Chocolate Overload?!

My last post focused on fresh, local, organic, simple, and healthy produce, the kind of food that makes you feel nothin’ but wonderful after finishing a meal. My body craves whole foods; I feel my absolute best after eating a nutrient-rich meal that’s abundant with veggies, veggies, and more veggies. I know this to be true; my body and I have been pals for 23 years now, and I understand what she likes and what keeps her going strong.

And yet.

And yet, once in a while I crave something that is in no way, shape, or form whole. I crave something rich and decadent and – let’s face it – unabashedly unhealthy. Being the chocolate lover I am, more often than not this craving manifests in a lusty desire for some sweet, rich, dark chocolaty treat. Like, perhaps, brownies, possibly the oddest named dessert when you really think about it. So you say brownies, and I’ll say “fudgy, dense, craving-fulfilling squares of delight.” Or maybe “chunks o’ heaven.” ‘Cause that one’s really elegant, y’know?

Anyway, when my craving for fudgy-squares-of-heaven struck about a month or so ago, I turned to my modern-day, lazy-girl equivalent of a recipe file: a Pages document called “Crap I Want To Make,” my repository for links to recipes that catch my fancy. A quick search revealed a promisingly-titled – and appropriately unhealthy – recipe for “The Best Vegan Brownies Ever.” Oh baby.

Retro brownie?

Now, here’s the thing about these brownies. Although you mightn’t be able to tell from that photo, they *looked* a little strange, sort of flat and sandy. But right out of the pan, they satisfied the exact desire I had set out to fulfill – I wanted to recreate that feeling of intense chocolate satisfaction I used to get as a child when my mom made brownies and I ate a piping hot square right out of the oven and was overwhelmed with waves of chocolate bliss. And, dear reader, I felt that joy once more. Unfortunately, it was followed by the aftermath – a heavy, rather disgusting feeling in my stomach, a vague urge to vomit, and the solemn vow that I’d never, ever, ever do that again! …the same set of feelings, of course, I’d experienced every.single.time. I ate brownies as a child. Chocolate overload for the lose!

When I finally recovered from my chocolate coma the next day and tentatively tried a small bite of another brownie, I have to admit that I was disappointed. Once they’d cooled, the magic seemed to disappear – they were chewy and dense, but oddly unsatisfying. Disappointed, I threw the remainders in a container and popped them in the freezer, shoring up for days of a chocolate dearth. And then I promptly forgot about them.

Until a couple of weeks ago when I rediscovered the brownies in my freezer as I rooted around for a snack. With a little trepidation – given the disappointment with my last encounter – I tried a bite of the still mostly-frozen treat. And – by God! – it was magical again! The frozen brownies are ridiculously delicious, chewy and intense and the absolute perfect summertime treat. I’ve savored one every week or so, and now – sadly – there’s only a solitary square left in my freezer. Ah well – so it goes.

Any favorite brownie recipes out there? I think I’ll go for one of those trendy black bean varieties next, because Lord knows I’ve fulfilled my cHoCoLaTe OvErLoAd!1!!!11! quota for at least another month or two, and I could go for a healthier brownie variety until I (inevitably) crave that painfully pleasurable experience yet again. :)

CSA: Community Supported AWESOMENESS

This summer I’ve been positively swimming in fresh, local, organic vegetables. The roomie and I have an every-other week CSA share from Primrose Community Farm, and it’s been totally worth the investment (especially since my HMO paid for $100 of it!). We pick up our shares right at work because so many of our company’s employees take part in Primrose’s CSA program. It’s often the highlight of my week; even though Primrose sends out a newsletter letting us know what we’ll find in our share, seeing the beautiful veggies in the flesh (as it were) is always a treat. And then there’s the added drama – will my share fit in one reusable bag, or will I have to stuff some veggies in a paper bag? Will the paper bag tear?! Will my veggies make it home in one piece so that I can chop, slice, roast, sauté, and devour them?!?

Somehow, they always do. And somehow, I always find myself surprised – over and over again – at how delicious simple meals can be when fresh-from-the-farm produce is the star.

Share and share alike.

Although the pictured share might be a little smaller than our average box, it’s still fairly representative of the variety of produce we receive. Mmm, heirloom tomatoes.

Post-roast.

There’s almost nothing easier than chopping up a bunch of veggies, throwing them in a pan with some spices, and settin’ them in the oven for an hour or so until they’re tender and ready for devouring.

Spirals in the sun.

Except, perhaps, tossing some pasta with chopped tomatoes and a handful of basil for a light, clean lunch.

Goodness greenness.

But then again, sauteing a generous portion of green beans with cayenne pepper and various other spices is also not going to wear you out.

Holy pink, Batman!

And neither will savoring with a sweet pink watermelon slushie on a hot day.

…I’m going to be oh-so-sad when this growing season ends and my shares stop comin’. Mighty, mighty sad indeed.

Queen of Apologies No More: From Restroom Run-ins to Rhapsodizing on Veganism, All in One Fell Post!

Sometimes the most mundane, silly experience can inspire serious self-reflection.

A few days ago, I had a fairly awkward restroom encounter. I was exiting, my coworker was entering, the door opened suddenly – it was all very surprising, and I let out an involuntary, “Oh my goodness!” and raised my hand to my throat; apparently when I’m startled I revert to Jane Austen-esque behavior. My coworker, equally startled, visibly jumped a bit and then started laughing and apologizing profusely.

“I always scare people like that with the door! I’m sorry!” “No, it’s okay, I’m sorry!” I said, also laughing. After we’d each said our repeated sorries, we went our separate ways, and I started thinking about those apologies.

What is it that makes us so quick to apologize in situations like that? Sure, I was sorry that my coworker was surprised at the door when she just wanted to use the restroom in peace, and I’m sure she was sorry that she nearly needed to bring out the smelling salts for my startled self, but were either of us sorry for attempting to enter / exit the restroom, respectively? Of course not! Our timing was just a little unfortunate, but neither of us could have helped that. Yet the sorries flowed as if we carried rivers of regret for our awkward meeting.

I used to pour forth gratuitous, nearly involuntary apologies like I was some overactive geyser of guilt. If Apologia Unecessaria were a country, I was the queen, showering my subjects with useless sorries from on high. I knew that the impact of an apology is fairly limited if it’s the 50th one you’ve said in a day, yet I had to consciously stop myself from saying sorry. And this need to show my penitence made its insidious, ingratiating way from my insecure little self into the kitchen and the dining room.

“Sorry for being a pest!” “Sorry for making you go out of your way to cook me something!” ”Sorry for making us choose a restaurant that doesn’t serve your typical American food!”

Not wanting to seem like I was purposely creating trouble for people with my veganism (and previously my vegetarianism), my gut reflex was, for the longest time, to apologize, apologize, apologize, and then thank, thank, thank. After all, who was I to force people to adapt their cooking styles?  Was my personal eating pleasure worth making others go out of their way to accommodate me? My instinct – that insidious, insecure instinct – used to say no. My dietary restrictions are voluntary; it’s not like I’ll go into anaphylactic shock if I eat a scoop of ice cream or chomp on some cheese. I’m sorry for making things difficult! I’d say.

These days? I am not sorry anymore. I am proud of my dietary choices. Going vegan was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I harbor absolutely no regret for kicking dairy and eggs to the curb once and for all. In so many ways, I feel happier, healthier, and cleaner of conscience now than I ever, ever have in the past. I feel more complete.

And the sorries? They’ve stopped (although the thanks continue). When my friends bake with Earth Balance instead of butter, when my co-workers experiment with vegan alternatives instead of making egg-laden quick breads, when my family chooses to eat at a vegetarian restaurant while visiting me, I know these actions are their choices. They do so because they want to be inclusive, to share the simple act of eating with me, not because they’re begrudgingly bound and beholden to appease the girl who doesn’t do dairy or eat eggs. They’re cooking from the heart, and each cruelty-free bite of their food tastes so much the better for that simple reason.

My heart has been opened by veganism. I’ve made a conscious effort in the past few years to shed my cynicism and my defensive sarcasm. I am trying, truly, to let my compassion and empathy overpower the walls I’ve built up over the years. So how could I ever, ever be sorry for something so life-altering?

Especially when being vegan is so satisfying, not only to the heart but to the tummy. Being vegan has given me the chance to slowly work past my aversion to combining the sweet and the savory with foods like this shockingly delicious Curried Couscous Salad with Dried Sweet Cranberries.

Using the Hot Curry powder from Penzeys takes this dish to new levels of awesome.

And it’s let me play with presentation to make sweet little Cucumber Tea Sandwiches for a garden tea party with dear friends.

Garnished with watercress for good measure.

And it’s given me the courage to experiment, to take an inspiring Maple Hemp Granola Bar recipe and tweak it to make my own granola bars for camping, and then eat the crumbly leftovers with soy yogurt for a simple, delicious Sunday breakfast.

Perfection in a bowl?

Nope, I am not sorry for being vegan. Not one eensy-weensy, teeny-tiny little bit. So there.

Garden Fresh Guacamole

We’re gonna have to make this a quickie (twss) because it’s late and I must go to work in the morn, but I wanted to get a fast post up tonight because I’M GOING CAMPING TOMORROW! We’re only going for one night, but I haven’t been camping in ages so I am wildly excited. I even made a variation of VeganDad’s granola bars and the Independence Day Wieners from 500 Vegan Recipes for the occasion.

But first – something simple yet satisfying, made from veggies from my CSA and my parents’ garden (more about that soon).

Goodness greenness.

Garden Fresh Guacamole
Ingredients
1 avocado
1/2 – 1 small jalapeno, seeded and diced
1 clove garlic, minced
1 medium tomato, chopped
Juice of 1/2 lime
Other spices to taste, or a spoonful of your favorite salsa for the cheater version

Mash up the avocado. Add the other veggies. Eat.

…yeah, everybody and their mom knows how to make guac, but whatevs – this was a simple version I created with veggies I had on hand. Piled onto organic blue corn tortilla chips made right here in Wisconsin, this sure hit the spot on a warm summer day.

…and that’s all she wrote. Happy Friday, all!

Cute&Crafty Alert: Chirp Cards!

Three things I love, in no particular order:

1. Veganism/being vegan/vegans in general
2. Craftiness and all things DIY
3. Giveaways (more specifically, winning giveaways)

With that in mind, I ask you this: what could possibly be more up my vegan alley than winning a giveaway of two adorable, crafty cards handmade by a fellow vegan? Yeah, that’s what I thought – nada! I was absolutely tickled pink when I won Celine‘s giveaway last weekend. She graciously purchased two cards of my choice from Amy‘s brand spankin’ new Etsy store, Chirp Cards. I chose the Little Pink Piggy and Night Owls cards, because really, who can resist pigs and owls?! Not this girl.

Just look at that adorable lil pig with his adorable lil apple core!

Amy sent the cards post-haste, all wrapped up in a cute little package with a handwritten note and two envelopes made from recycled paper. The cards are super sturdy, able to withstand a heavy dose of ink. I’ve already sent one off to my bestest friend, who recently moved to Syracuse. :)

Amy’s craftiness has inspired me to start including some of my own DIY endeavors on my blog. I have an Etsy shop, but it’s painfully empty at the moment. I think it’s time to fill ‘er up. In the meantime, go check out Amy’s shop and support a fellow vegan!

Thanks for hosting the giveaway, Celine!

 

Taste of the Tropics Breakfast Sundae

The Breakfast Sundae lovin’ continues! I made this baby a couple of weekends ago, and – dare I say it? – it might’ve been better than the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Breakfast Sundae I made for Katie‘s contest. Less flashy, perhaps, but wonderful in its own way. This sundae features mango, coconut, and a hint of nutmeg – a sweet, tropical blend that makes me want to take to the seas, find an island, and call it my own.

Unassuming, yet delicious.

Taste of the Tropics Oatmeal Sundae
Ingredients:
Breakfast grain of your choice (I used a mix of oatmeal and steel cut oats)
Liquid of your choice (I used almond milk + water)
1/2 tsp vanilla
Pinch nutmeg
1 mango, diced
Coconut flakes to taste

Cook your grain of choice to your personal specifications, adding the vanilla and nutmeg as it cooks. After it’s cooked and cooled a bit, mix in half the mango and coconut flakes. If you have a Magic Bullet or the like, feel free to blend up your oatmeal with a little more liquid for maximum creaminess. Mix in the rest of the mango, top the whole mess with coconut, and prepare for your tastebuds to be taken to the tropics!

Pizza Lucé: Lighting up my life with delicious, amazing pizza

Hogwarts, Austin, Duluth – what do these three places have in common? They’re all places I’ve been this summer, obviously! While the two-day Duluth trip was the least glamorous – I was on a trip for work – it also was home to the best new restaurant I’ve tried in ages.

I don’t know about you, but when I think of Duluth, vegan food is not exactly what comes to mind. Flannel and strange vowel sounds, sure, but dairy-free delights? Not so much. And yet – just three blocks down the street from my hotel, nestled into a cozy corner, was the wonderful Pizza Lucé.

When I arrived in Duluth on Saturday evening, I was fairly hungry. I’d read about Pizza Lucé in the prep packet I got before leaving for my trip, so I asked the hotel desk clerk about it. He said that, due to the Tall Ships being in the harbor, Duluth was super touristy at the moment and that the restaurant would probably be crowded. But then he handed me a menu and clued me into the wonders of free delivery right to my hotel room. Umm… yes, please? Normally I love walking around new cities, but it was late, I was tired, and I had to get up at 5:00 the next morning.

Deciding on a dinner dish was painful – the menu clearly lists out all its vegan options, and they were plentiful! But finally I decided to honor the restaurant’s name and go with a pizza. I stepped out of my comfort zone and ordered the Lil Gracie: A vegetarian version of one of our most popular pizzas! Veggie sausage, phony pepperoni, mushrooms, green peppers, onions, black olives and mozzarella on red sauce. I ordered it with their house cheeze, Rinotta, a nutty blend of crumbly deliciousness. It did not disappoint. No, not at all.

In the words of Usher, o m g.

Going out of my comfort zone? Best. idea. ever. This was seriously the best thing I’ve eaten in weeks and weeks. I’ve never been a fan of sausage, meatless or otherwise, but these sage-y, spicy, bites might’ve made me a convert. Heck, the entire pizza might’ve converted me to a meaty-pizza fan. Even the green olives – which I’ve traditionally shunned – worked in this flavor combination. Gah, I’m salivating just thinking about it.

Anyway – I also got dessert: Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars – Granola and crisp rice peanut butter bars topped with chocolate. Dairy free. I’m not even gonna bother describing these – peanut butter and chocolate really doesn’t need an explanation. Yum. Here’s my entire dinner, complete with the awesome Pizza Lucé delivery bag.

Sacred Artichoke. Love it.

In conclusion, if you ever have the chance to eat at Pizza Lucé, do not stop, do not pass Go, but just hightail it down there or pick up your phone and order the heck out of this place. You can thank me later.

Sundae Oaty Sundae

(Better than a bloody Sunday, eh?)

In case you’ve been living under a blog-free rock for the past couple of weeks, you probably know that the Queen of All Things Oatmeal is hosting a Magic Bullet giveaway. Unlike many giveaways that simply require entrants to leave a comment for a chance to win, Katie’s weeding out the passive contest-enterers from those who are more committed to the cause of Winning Free Stuff – this time, hopeful participants need to make a Breakfast Sundae for a chance at winning. Having been a lucky winner of one of Katie’s past giveaways, maybe it’s a little selfish of me to enter this one, but hey – a Magic Bullet would make a fetching addition to my countertop.

So – in the spirit of all things oaty and delicious, I decided to make myself a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Breakfast Sundae this past, um, Sunday. I followed Katie’s basic recipe pretty much to a letter, including blending it up in a Magic Bullet. But wait! It’s not mine – it’s my roommate’s, and my experiences borrowing her Bullet have only increased my intense covetousness for one of my own. After all, sad as it is, she won’t be my roommate forever, and a girl’s gotta build up her own set of kitchen accoutrements, right? Anyway – the Bullet whipped my oatmeal to new heights of creamy deliciousness, and then I upped the ante by pouring some extra-liquidy chocolate butter over the top. Served up in a ceramic sundae bowl I painted recently, this treat certainly looked more like a dessert than a breakfast!

It seriously bothers me that the coffee cup isn't more to the left. :(

Chocolaty and decadent, this breakfast was almost *too* rich for me – in my dotage, I’ve become much more sensitive to super-sugary food. But as a one-in-a-while breakfast treat, I think I can handle it! And I bet this could be a real game-changer for anyone who’s traditionally ambivalent towards oatmeal.

And here’s one more picture for the road – check out the chocolate butter action!

Oh, my.

Thanks for hosting this giveaway, Katie!

Attack of the Mutant Zucchini [Bread] of Doom!

Fact: Desserts baked during eXtreme weather are eXtremely good (though maybe everything tastes delicious when you’re just glad to be alive).

Last Thursday, in the midst of tornado warnings, torrential downpours, and freakishly-colored skies, did I hunker down in my building’s basement like a smart person would? If you guessed “absolutely not,” you are correct – instead, I ignored the tornado sirens and baked me up some zucchini bread. I needed to use up the obscenely large zucchinis from my garden, and teh interwebz led me to this scrumptious-looking specimen of a recipe. Despite my way-too-late realizations that 1.) my applesauce was moldy, 2.) the recipe was for 2 loaves, when really I only wanted one, and 3.) I used spaghetti squash for about half the zucchini amount, my oven spewed forth some of the most moist and delicious zucchini bread I’ve had in recent memory.

Eat me up, Scotty!

Okay, I’m gonna say that again – I used spaghetti squash in place of zucchini. And… it wasn’t really on purpose. Yeah, I know. See, I planted some spaghetti squash seeds earlier this year, but only one plant survived the transfer from its cozy potted home to the rough wilds of Wisconsin soil. But then I thought it died because I only saw zucchini growing in the area where I’d planted the spaghetti squash. Except… they weren’t regular zucchini. They were large and spherical, but with the exact same mottling as a regular ol’ zucchini. Instead of accepting the logical solution – that they were immature spaghetti squash from the plant that survived – I instead decided that they were mutant zucchinis, the perfect accompaniment to my monstrously large real-zucchinis. But they weren’t, as I discovered when I hacked one open in search of more zucchini flesh for my bread. Nope, they were straight-up spaghetti squash, just a little green on the outside. Durrr.

I just went with it, though, and guess what? You’d never guess that an imposter is hiding in the loaf or amongst the giant muffins. Nah, it’s all just one smooth, slightly spicy, moist and delicious loaf of yum.

And that, my friends, is the way I like it. :)

The Wizarding World of Harry Potter: Possibly My New Favorite Place EVER.

I’m writing this post in Pages (Apple’s anti-Microsoft Word) because lately my internet has been le suck. After spending yet another weekend out of town, my Google Reader is desperate for attention, but my internet refuses to load it! It’s super frustrating. :(

Anyway, like I said in my last post, I recently spent a magical week in Florida with my family as a surprise 30th anniversary gift to my parents. They’ve been married for thirty years, dated for six years before that, and produced three top-notch kids (heh heh), so we decided they deserved somethin’ special! Plus… we wanted to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. :) My whole family has been Potterfans for ages, so this trip pleased everybody.

Welcome to Hogsmeade!

And what can I say – Harry Potter World is abso-freakin-mazing. I was filled with such geeky, fangirly glee the whole time we were there, gazing up at the rustic, snow-capped buildings as I wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, buying a pumpkin juice from a crusty old street vendor, and window-shopping at Zonko’s joke shop. Although those of the iron-fisted, true-to-canon-only persuasion may recoil with horror at the fact that Diagon Alley shops are nestled next to Hogsmeade shops, I managed to let that slide, because the overall atmosphere is just so realistic and authentic and wonderful. Packed to the brim with merchandise and not-for-sale decorative, thematic knick-knacks, stepping into one of the crowded, cluttered stores that line the streets of Hogsmeade is like stepping into the Hogsmeade of J.K. Rowling’s books. The store clerks all wear Potter-appropriate clothing, although some of their combinations (bizarre striped pants and tunic-type shirts) are more reminiscent of a wizard trying to dress like a muggle, a la Cornelius Fudge. From the street vendors pouring out frothy mugs of butterbeer to the Hogwarts Express conductor roaming the streets, braving the heat while wearing a full-on conductor’s uniform, the staff adds an indispensable touch of life to the atmosphere that makes the whole experience that much more realistic.

GRYFFINDOR 4 LYFE!

And, of course, there are rides. Not many rides, but enough to satisfy anyone who needs to supplement their wide-eyed wandering through Hogsmeade with a little adrenaline rush. The Dragon Challenge ride is basically the old Dueling Dragons ride from Islands of Adventure; with a fresh coat of paint and a few minor changes to the interior line and waiting area, it’s passable as an interpretation of the dragon challenge from the Triwizard Cup. The ceiling of the loading area is particularly impressive; it’s meant to look like you’re in a large tent, and shadowy figures of dragons swoop down among the outlines of treetops. The ride itself is just Dueling Dragons, a fun, quick, roller coaster with lots of loops and turns and an element of “competition” as your dragon (either the Hungarian Horntail or the Chinese Fireball) races against the other.

For the younger muggles, the park features Flight of the Hippogriff, a tamer coaster that wends through the Hogwarts grounds and past Hagrid’s hut. Riders sit in a wicker-like car that’s fronted by a Hippogriff-head of sorts.

The park’s tour-de-force ride, though, is Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey, which takes place inside the Hogwarts castle.

Hoggy warty Hogwarts!

The castle itself – and the line for the ride – is a major attraction; Universal did a truly amazing job recreating key rooms from Hogwarts, from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to Dumbledore’s office. Packed with magical objects and paraphernalia, the attention to detail is incredible. I could’ve spent hours just oohing and aahing and exclaiming over everything.

House points… looks like Gryffindor’s in the lead!

The moving portraits might have been my absolute favorite detail, however. One whole room of Hogwarts, one tall, narrow, glorious room, is filled with a haphazardly-placed array of portraits, pictures of wizards and witches and magical folk. Just like in the books, they really and truly resemble oil paintings – there’s that same sort of crackly gloss to them. But they move! The characters move and talk and interact and jump from one frame to another. I think I loved them so much because their styles were so varied, as if this was really a collection of paintings that started centuries ago and that current inhabitants kept expanding. It was, in a word, enchanting.

‘s magic.

And the ride itself? Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey is easily – easily – one of the best theme park rides I’ve ever experienced. I don’t say that lightly, either; I’m a bit of a roller coaster enthusiast and a ride junkie, but this is hands down in my top three. It’s a little difficult to describe the type of ride this is; the story is that you’re invited to a Quidditch match, but you have to sneak in, so Hermione enchants a school bench to fly you there. Once you’re seated in the bench, the ride begins in earnest. The bench itself seems to move around on some sort of gigantic robotic arm, twisting you and turning you and jostling you around as you fly through a Quidditch pitch (“Showing off again for your muggle admirers, Potter?” Draco sneers) and dodge Dementors in the Forbidden Forest. The ride uses a combination of video screens and animatronics; the Whomping Willow that nearly knocks your bench off course is a three-dimensional moving object, while the swooping scenes of water as you fly over a lake are obviously shown on a huge screen that surrounds you and gives you the sensation of being there. The bench’s movements are perfectly synchronized with what you see, so when you dive off a cliff towards the water, the bench drops and so does your stomach. It’s truly incredible. And although the lines can be long – 90 minutes! – my family lucked out on one mildly rainy night when we practically walked right on… three times in a row. :)

And if that harrowing journey leaves you hungry, the Three Broomsticks is waiting with authentic Potter-esque fare. While the menu isn’t extremely vegan-friendly, I managed to piece together a decent meal of corn on the cob and potatoes and salad when my family ate there one night.

Nom?

Adjacent to the Three Broomsticks is the Hog’s Head pub, where you can grab a cider or a pint of the Hog’s Head home brew. I tried a sip of my brother’s, and it was quite tasty! If you’re not up for alcohol, the pumpkin juice is a ridiculously delicious alternative. Perfectly pumpkin-y and superbly spiced, the juice tastes best when ice cold – perfect for a hot day in Hogsmeade. The pumpkin juice avoids tasting like pureed pumpkin pie; instead, it combines a few different fruit juices (pumpkin, apricot) with the perfect amount of complementary spices to create a unique flavor that’s surprisingly addictive. I’m definitely planning on trying to recreate it at home! But – of course – pumpkin juice isn’t the star beverage…

Drink of champions.

…nope, that would be the ubiquitous butterbeer! Served either warm or cold, you can get a glass of this beverage nearly anywhere in the park. Butterbeer jockeys pour it from a cart in the middle of the street while bartenders serve up sloshing glasses in the pub, glasses filled to the brim with the caramel-colored beverage and topped with a thick, foamy head. I’d read up on butterbeer before heading to the park, and because others described it as tasting like cream soda and sugar and butter, I assumed it wasn’t vegan-friendly. The day after I left, though, I got a text from my sister saying, “The butterbeer’s nondairy!” Serves me right for not asking! In any case, my family described it as almost overwhelmingly sweet and creamy, perfect if you’ve got a major sweet tooth. (Note: I can’t confirm that “nondairy” means vegan; I’ve also heard it has whey in it.)

What else can I say? I loved this place. I felt like a five-year-old again, I was so excited to be there. If you’re a Harry Potter fan, it’s probably the closest you’ll get to ever living in his wonderful, magical world!