Pea Mail: Make My Man Eat Plants
This is my man. This is my man on plants. Any questions? I’ve talked about how Pea Daddy went veg before. In fact, he’s told you in his own words. But I’m still getting a lot of questions, from readers, friends/ultra-fabulous food bloggers and even my own family, on how to keep a man satisfied on a vegetarian or vegan diet. Turns out, I do have some more advice to share. You know Mama always does. In the following tips, I’m using the... Read More
Protein Power
I’ve received about eight emails this week about one specific thing: protein powder. And here you thought I was going to bring up Groupon referrals from Pea Daddy again. Am I that predictable? Don’t answer that. I knew it was time to go on the record about protein powders, though, when my book editor emailed me looking for advice about supplementing with powders. Since she could draw a mustache on the author photo on my back cover before... Read More
Employee’s Pick
I love when I walk into a book store and they have a wall of Employee’s Picks. I am the second most indecisive person in the world (you should’ve heard Gigi at bedtime last night trying to pick out a nightgown. Here’s a hint, kid, choose the one with a Princess on it), so if “Lexie” wants to narrow down 50,000 titles down to their Top Ten, I stand a fighting chance of stumbling upon something that won’t accumulate dust on my nightstand... Read More
Easing Into It
It was bound to happen. After two blissful weeks of staying in our pajamas until noon, Gigi had to go back to school today. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I am not a morning person. It’s not just that I’m a complete jerk before about 10 am, even though I am. I’ll be starting the coffee or starting breakfast and Pea Daddy will kindly ask me, “How did you sleep last night?” Dumb move. I’ll whip around and growl, in... Read More
Wacky Wednesday: Peas Unscripted (VIDEO)
Some stories are too wacky to be told. Even for a Wednesday. Maybe someday I’ll tell you how the guitar got in the chandelier, why we cried about “soldiers and angels” in the ballet school parking lot and what happened when Lulu tried to wipe her toothpaste off her toothbrush and onto the countertop so she could “do it herself!” Just not tonight. Instead, a video. If only there were a way to permanently turn Pea Daddy’s voice... Read More
Raising the Bar
I put the call out for recipe makeover requests last week, and many of you did not disappoint. For the rest of you, I expected more. Wait until I tell your father. One of my first requests came from reader/blogger Mandy A. who said: I’d love to see a cereal bar of some kind. Not the granola type bar… but like the strawberry in the chewy center type bars? I can buy the Kashi ones, of course… but would still love to be able to... Read More
Pea Mail: The Limitations of Lifestyle
I love when I get emails from readers. I’ve been getting more lately due to my new Contact Me page. Who knew I was so hard to reach before? Since setting up the direct line, I’ve received some great feedback, from “You should make a vegan oatmeal cream pie cookie recipe!” to “kdishidfjidhig hidjkjh hidkhgijke.” Someone actually sent me that today. Duly noted, “jhgjiehifjk@gmail.com.” I shall... Read More
Pea Mail: On Being Social
The weekend has officially caught up to me, and so has my inbox. So rather than make a healthier vegan granola for you this morning, I thought I’d answer a question that was asked of me several times over the weekend. It’s not, “Why is your child eating the butter balls of my plate like they are gumdrops?” (this happened at the wedding reception and it was Lulu. She likes butter more than Paula Deen). The question instead... Read More
Pea Mail: Winging It, Lunch Edition
We are literally pooped and had a day full of errands and laundry (for obvious reasons), so I thought today would be a great day to pick up with Part II of reader Jessica’s question. You may want to see the previous Pea Mail posts to bring yourself up to speed: Pea Mail: Winging It, Breakfast Edition Pea Mail: Vegan to Go Here again is Jessica’s eloquent and flattery-filled question (as all questions should be…): Hey Mama Pea, Love... Read More
Pea Mail: Winging It, Breakfast Edition
Here’s your next edition of Pea Mail, with a great question from a reader about what we eat on days when Lulu decides to pull the stopper up in the bathroom sink with the water running, grab a plastic spoon and ladle tap water all over the sink, floor and mirror (that was Saturday). Hey Mama Pea, Love your blog! You make so many wonderful recipes and I was wondering if you plan them all out or if some days you just wing it. Which also leads... Read More
Pea Mail: Vegan to Go
I get a lot of email. True, most messages are from the UK National Lottery with my millions of pounds in winnings or Zakabi Soyoba with a remarkable business opportunity. What can I say? I’m a lucky woman. Once in awhile, I get a really great question from a reader that I think everyone might benefit from having the answer to, or that I can at least make a convincing case that I have a halfway intelligent answer to. Today was one of... Read More
The Conscious Coed
I received a really great question via email yesterday that I thought would be a great topic to cover while my trip preparations continue and I serve guacamole for dinner again (Pea Daddy wishes I were kidding). Kara writes in part, From reading your blog and other vegan blogs I’ve become increasingly curious about veganism…so I’ve decided to embark on a little vegan-test drive. I want to try going vegan for a week. My situation... Read More
Woman, Fetch Me a Beer!
It turns out not every member of the Pea household was thrilled to have their picture in a tiara on the blog yesterday. It occurred to me after the fact that even though, “I promise not to publicly humiliate you on my blog,” wasn’t one of my wedding vows, it probably should have been. So today my goal was to somehow makeup to Pea Daddy for my transgressions. I’m noticing a trend here…a six year long trend. I looked... Read More
The Grapes, er, Peas of Wrath
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I appreciate that God likes to remind me that He’s in control, and not me, but it’s a bitter pill to swallow sometimes. Much like this wine I’m drinking right now. (Sweet PEA’s farm!!!) I wanted a glass to unwind and help the words flow tonight, but am thinking that this bottle that was in my White Elephant gift from Christmas was likely also purchased at the Goodwill. ... Read More
No Sweat
There have been some highly questionable choices made in 2009: McCain’s choice of running mate, (edited to add: this was actually in 2008, but still: poor choice) the choice of Pea Daddy and I to waste two hours of our lives and 667 unique page views worth of income on Couples’ Retreat, some incredibly desperate woman’s choice to use a surrogate whose last name also is a type of hard liquor, my choice to not start even planning... Read More
Looks Like
Looks like I was the victim of a pretty serious hack job, as was The Fitnessista. At least I was in good company. But order has been restored to the universe, well, aside from Tiger refusing to return my text messages. Thanks for sticking with me through the drama. I’ll try to make it worth your while. Some people see Jesus in fish sticks. Some people see the Virgin Mary in a pretzel. Me, well, I’m blessed with juice stains on... Read More
Good Sports
I come from a really competitive family. We would play basketball in our driveway until it got too dark to see the ball, until the neighbors got mad at the late-night dribbling or until someone would come inside crying. I’d say 90 out of 100 times, that someone was me. The other 10 were someone who just looks like me. But it didn’t stop with basketball. I don’t like to talk about it much, but something very ugly happened... Read More
Isn’t it Ironic?
Isn’t it ironic that while doing Jillian Michaels’ Power Sculpt this morning, I tried to prevent back injury while putting down a dumbbell, so I threw it in our chair and proceeded to tear a hole…in it’s back? Oops. I’m such an animal. Isn’t it ironic that while Gigi was at school learning to write her ABC’s, I had a K-inspired ABC breakfast? Apple, Banana, Coffee, Doughnut. Isn’t it ironic that... Read More
