Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Top Ten Posts for 2014

Earlier this month when the number of pageviews for Not Dark Yet topped 100,000, I posted the top 20 most-viewed posts over the past five years. Today I am looking back over the past year and posting the top ten posts for 2014.

Here are the most frequently viewed posts for the past year:  

Thank you for visiting the blog over the past year. I hope you will continue to visit in the year ahead.


Monday, December 29, 2014

Monday Music: Everything Waits to be Noticed

A delightful discovery from a few years back. The song is by Art Garfunkel and is the title track from the album "Everything waits to be Noticed." The album, released in 2002, was Garfunkel's ninth solo album and his debut as a songwriter. He forms a pleasing trio with singer-songwriters Maia Sharp and Buddy Mondlock.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

In the Bleak Midwinter

[This post is also being shared at The Music of the Spheres]

On this, the first Sunday of Christmastide, the fourth day of Christmas, listen to the beautiful carol sung by the Gloucester Cathedral Choir. "In the Bleak Midwinter" is a superb combination of the poetry of Christina Rossetti and the music of Gustav Holst. The video presentation is magnificent. Watch for the impromptu representation of "only his mother in her maiden bliss, worshiped the Beloved with a kiss."  

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Saturday Haiku: First Snow

a dark forest path
lightened by winter’s first snow
a cathedral view

                            ~ CK

Photo: Snow, Sherwood Pines
Credit: Lynne Kirton
From the Geograph Project, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons 


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Celebrating Christmas

Celebrate the season with whatever joy, hope, and light you have

For the past few years, some folks around where I live have taken up the slogan, "Put Christ back into Christmas." Perhaps they are urging people to move away from the hectic consumer-driven buying frenzy and discover a more spiritual celebration of the holiday. I have had the sense, though, that some are saying, this is a Christian holiday, it is our holiday, so you need to celebrate it our way. Last year, I came up with a snarky comeback: "Let's put the Mass back into Christmas." Since I was a former evangelical Christian who had discovered the ancient liturgy of the Catholic Church, I could "one-up" those conservative Christians when it came to getting back to the "reason for the season."

While part of my Christmas celebration will be to attend Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve (for the "Christ Mass"), Christmas has actually spilled out into the world, creating many ways to celebrate the light that comes to us even during the darkest time of the year. Before it was a "Christian holiday season," Winter Solstice was the oldest celebration in human history, some say going back 30,000 years to a time when people built bonfires to encourage the sun not to go away completely and to exercise the sure and certain hope that days of light and warmth were coming. Christmas has become that time when we can all celebrate the coming of the light to our lives and an end to our darkened days. A friend of mine shared a Christmas sermon by Rev. W. Leslie Pugh from Midland, Texas. Pugh tells why Christmas is important to him even though he can no longer literally believe the stories from the Bible. One thing he said was that "Christmas notions about the infusion of the divine into human dwellings -- a holy baby born in a manger -- happen often."

So celebrate the season however you wish, with whatever joy, hope and light that you have, in whatever way is meaningful to you. Take time to recognize the light in your life. Spend some time rejoicing that the story of the divine infusing our human dwellings is indeed true, and that such infusions of the divine happen often in our lives. Take this moment to be aware of the divine presence that not only "dwelt among us," but is still with us today.


Monday, December 22, 2014

Monday Music: Pipes of Peace

Pipes of Peace, the album, was released in October of 1983. Pipes of Peace, the single was released on December 18. The video plays out an actual event that occurred during World War I in Paris when soldiers on both sides decided to visit and talk for a while instead of shooting.

Sunday, December 21, 2014


I began blogging at Not Dark Yet on New Years Eve, 2009, which means I've been at this for five years now. Yesterday morning, this blog site reached the milestone of 100,000 pageviews. I don't know if that is good or bad or average, but it is nevertheless an opportunity to look back at what people have been viewing. Here are the top 20 most-viewed original posts:
Two videos that continue to be viewed each week and have received more online hits than any other blog post:
For a list of some of my own personal favorite essays, go to the "Essays" tab at the top of the page, or just look here.

Many thanks to all who have visited this blog. I hope you will continue to pay this site a visit as I continue to post essays and poetry, and as I share some of the things (including music, recipes, and books) that make the journey meaningful for me.


Photo taken earlier this month by my daughter, Elaine, at Hilton Head Island where she has some artwork on display at the Walter Greer Gallery


Saturday, December 20, 2014

Saturday Haiku: Snowfall

   falling snow
   on winter pines
   gladdens hearts

                   ~ CK

Photo: A rare Christmas with snow in Birmingham, Ala. 
Credit: Charles Kinnaird


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Storm that Brought Good Fortune

Road Trip

“This was not even on my bucket list,” I said to my daughter, Elaine, as we drove out of Detroit in a large U-Haul truck, pulling a trailer behind us. To me, this was the equivalent of a big rig. We had rented the second largest U Haul truck available in order to have room to pack my daughter’s art work that she had done over the past two years at Cranbrook Academy of Art. Her work included “wax totems” of varying heights and sizes, objects molded from concrete, towers made of tea bags, and two large monoliths that had been her graduate installation at the Spring Art Show. We were pulling the Subaru behind us, and since it is all-wheel drive, we could not just tow it – we had to rent a trailer to load the car on, hitched to the back of the truck. It was not just a little unsettling to suddenly find oneself in the role of a “big-rig truck driver.”

And a long haul it was from Detroit to Birmingham. We left under cloudy skies and a light rain. Every city we drove through will apparently have better roads someday soon – I say that because every city had major roadwork projects under way which required detours and road alterations resulting in narrow lanes and long stretches of concrete barriers on either side. All we could do was to remain on high-alert as we navigated our rig through mazes that would have unnerved me in the past, even in our small Toyota Corolla. Sometimes one must steel the heart and gird the loins and simply determine to take on the task at hand. I just hope that those future drivers appreciate the new roadways once they are in place.

My daughter and I took turns driving the 14-hour trek, and I must say that I was impressed with how she handled that big rig on city streets as well as on the highway. Thankfully, we made it home without a scratch or a dent. We breathed a sigh of relief and were able to switch out of the high-alert mode.

But I am getting ahead of my story. Before the trip, there was the graduation ceremony celebrating two years of artistic endeavor and study which resulted in my daughter receiving her Master of Fine Arts degree (MFA). There was the process of packing up all of those art pieces. And then, there was the storm.

Europa and the Bull, (Carl Miles, sculptor)
Dramatic sculpture overlooking the reflecting pool in front of Cranbrook's art museum and library 

The Academy 

I had flown into Detroit to see Elaine graduate and to help her drive back home where she would begin her job search in her chosen field. My wife had gone up the month before for the opening of the art show, "The Stuff of Dreams," at the Forum Gallery where Cranbrook graduates displayed their work. She had told me how impressive it was, and I was looking forward to seeing it as well.

As I arrived on campus, memories of my first trip to Cranbrook swept about my psyche. Cranbrook Academy of Art is beautifully nestled in Bloomfield Hills about 20 minutes outside of Detroit. It offers only graduate degrees, and my daughter had applied there after completing a Bachelor of Arts degree at Birmingham-Southern College because Cranbrook was number one in the nation for fiber art, her chose field of artistic expression.

Cranbrook House

Looking out upon one of the many gardens at Cranbrook House

A view of the private high school across the lake

It was truly an idyllic setting with the old Cranbrook House of the original estate surrounded by lovely gardens, a large pond where one could see Cranbrook Boys and Girls Schools on the other side. The graduate school was graced with statuary, fountains, and a reflecting pool. My wife compared it to Hogwarts of Harry Potter fame.

Looking across the reflecting pool toward the art museum 

The Orpheus Fountain, by Swedish sculptor Carl Miles,
is one of many fountains on campus

When I arrived this last time to the campus, I was able to see the graduate art show and on the following day attended the inspiring and magnificent graduation ceremony held in Christ Church Cranbrook. It was indeed a grand occasion! The next day we began the mundane tasks of packing and loading up two years of artistic endeavor into the U Haul truck. Elaine had wanted us to spend Monday loading the truck and then go to tour the Detroit Institute of Arts on Tuesday before heading home on Wednesday.

Christ Church Cranbrook

Graduation ceremony inside Christ Church

The Ups and Downs of Moving

The most difficult part of our loading was moving my daughter’s monoliths from the art gallery to the truck. These were two huge structures, each over six feet tall and weighing 150 t0 160 pounds. They were an ingenious construction of layers of wax and spray insulation foam, resulting in quite a solid and magnificent display. To me, they resembled cave formations or stone formations seen in the desert Southwest. To move them we first had to wrap them in protective bubble wrap then tie each one in place to the hand trucks we had rented to help facilitate our moving. Just getting them on to the hand trucks and moving them out of the gallery was a major task requiring help from friends. Once we got out of the gallery with the first monolith we were met with an obstacle. The elevator had suddenly stopped working. Some students were having to carry their work down a flight of stairs, but with our load, that was not an option.

                                                             Monoliths of the Art Gallery 
                                            To view more of her art work visit the artist's website at

What to do? There was an industrial elevator at the other end of the building where the art studios were. It went down to a loading dock on the back of the building. That was our best option. I would mean navigating those weighty objects through the studio areas with some tight squeezes along the way. I pushed the monolith forward balancing its weight on the two wheels of the trucks while Elaine guided, since I couldn’t see around the object to tell where we were going. Once we got to the elevator and down to the loading dock we had to move the U Haul around to the loading dock. When we got the truck around, we were met with another obstacle. The loading dock was about a foot and a half to two feet higher than the truck bed, and the ramp that pulled out from the truck was not designed for upward inclines. What to do now?

My daughter spied a large 4’ X 8’ piece of heavy plywood propped against a wall.  It was large enough to form a ramp from the loading dock to the truck bed, but the problem was how to push the hand trucks onto the ramp since the plywood, of course did not rest flush against the floor when it was sloping downward.  The only way was to (don’t try this at home) position the plywood level with the loading dock floor so that the dolly could be rolled onto the board which was now extending out over the truck bed. The idea was to slowly push the monolith on the dolly across the plywood which would then tilt downward to come to rest on the truck bed, creating an incline to roll the piece onto the truck.

And so it began, with verbal cues once again from my daughter since I could not see around the monolith while I was pushing it forward. Taking it slowly, I prepared myself for the tilt as the makeshift ramp plopped down onto the truck bed. Thankfully, it all went as planned, but I was exhausted by the process. I got the first monolith positioned and lashed in securely to the side panel of the truck. We decided to take a lunch break before attempting the next monolith.

The second monolith went much like the first except it was a bit more top-heavy, making it more difficult to balance as we maneuvered our way along. Then we came to that final stage. As our plywood ramp once again tilted downward from the loading ramp to the truck bed, when it plopped down, I lost my footing as the dolly rolled forward a little faster than I would have liked. For a moment I was able to get a better handle on the monolith, but with it being more top heavy and my footing more unsure, I came down onto the plywood ramp landing on my back with the monolith on top of me. I was worried about the monolith while my daughter feared for a moment that she had lost her father. I lay there for a moment assessing my body. An aching hip, but the shock of the fall was wearing off. Everything was moving okay, so I slowly made my way out from under the art piece. I was still in one piece, but unfortunately, the monolith was in two pieces.

We had hoped to get our loading done and the U Haul ready to go and then tour the DIA the next day. The problem was that packing up and loading the truck took twice as long as anticipated. In fact, it was just before dark on Tuesday that we got the car mounted on the trailer and hitched to the truck. We were tired, but the job was complete. Check out time at the Radisson Hotel would be early Wednesday. We had not had the time to visit the DIA, a disappointment to be sure, but everything was in place for the journey home.

“Don’t know Why There’s No Sun up in the Sky, Stormy Weather”

When we awoke the next morning, as we got dressed and ready to leave, I turned to the Weather Channel on the hotel room TV. What we saw in the forecast was quite ominous. There was a long front moving through that extended from Ohio to Alabama. We would be driving through high winds and thunderstorms most of our way home. There was no way we wanted to drive that big truck and trailer with our untested big-rig skills through stormy weather like that. 

I called my wife at home to tell her we would hole up for another day at The Radisson, let the storms pass and then head out the next day. The next thing to do was to go down to the hotel desk to arrange a day’s extension to our stay. It was an added expense, but safety was our concern.  One good thing was that we had a day of rest to recover from the exhaustion of packing. Another good thing was that now we had the opportunity to visit the Detroit Institute of Arts!

Entrance hall at the Detroit Institute of Arts

Art on a Grand Scale

Even though Detroit has been dealing with population decline and economic hardship for a number of years since the heyday of the automobile industry, it is still a grand city in many ways. The DIA is one of those grand things in Detroit – a truly phenomenal institution. I was so glad to tour that place and to see some of the sights before leaving Detroit. Since our car was strapped on the trailer out in the hotel parking lot, we rented a cab to take us down Woodward Avenue to see the sights at Detroit's famed art museum. Though Elaine and I spent the afternoon there, there was not time to see everything, so I followed her lead in seeing the things that were at the top of her list. We saw some beautiful displays from ancient Mesopotamia, amazing tribal art form Africa, and brilliant paintings from the old masters as well as from the modern era.

Snake dragon symbol of Marduk
604 - 562 B.C.
Tiglath Pilaser II receiving homage
645 - 727 B.C.

                                            The Window by Matisse            Woman in an Armchair by Renoir

Perhaps the most impressive feature at the DIA is Rivera Court where there are the murals by Mexican artist Diego M. Rivera depicting industrial Detroit. The work consists of 27 fresco panels on the walls of the inner court of the museum. The work was done in the 1930s, commissioned by capitalist Edsel Ford, and conceived by socialist Diego Rivera as a tribute to Detroit's industry and labor force.

"Detroit Industry," by Diego M.Rivera
Rivera Court, DIA

South wall of Rivera Court

                                      A scene from the North wall              Workers at the Ford River Rouge plant

Another view of Rivera Court

Beautiful, magnificent, and grand are the words that come to mind when thinking back on that visit to the Detroit Institute of Arts. To have missed such sights would have been regrettable. To see those sights as a result of stormy weather is a reminder of the gifts that can arise when the journey is delayed. I must also add that had it not been for my daughter's artistic talent and knowledge, I would never have seen the beauties of the Cranbrook campus or the Detroit Institute of Arts. 

Driving that "big rig," as I called it, through some harrowing traffic may not have been on my "bucket list," but I found the road trip and all the attending sights to be unforgettable. When we raise our children, we want to enrich their lives as best we can. I am learning of the wonderful enrichment we can in turn receive from our children. The treasures of Cranbrook Academy of Art, the stunning beauty of the DIA, and the many sights of a part of the country I had never seen before are all things I am grateful for having experienced. All of those rich experiences came by way of being a bystander to my daughter's own incredible endeavors. 

All photographs of Cranbrook Academy of Art were taken by Charles Kinnaird 
The Monolith photo is from E.F. Kinnaird's website at 
The images of art and displays from the DIA were found on the DIA's website


Monday, December 15, 2014

Monday Music: A Change is Gonna Come

The plaintive hope of Sam Cooke

From "Sam Cook and the Song that Almost Scared Him" on NPR:

"A Change Is Gonna Come" is now much more than a civil rights anthem. It's become a universal message of hope, one that does not age.

"Generation after generation has heard the promise of it. It continues to be a song of enormous impact," he says. "We all feel in some way or another that a change is gonna come, and he found that lyric. It was the kind of hook that he always looked for: The phrase that was both familiar but was striking enough that it would have its own originality. And that makes it almost endlessly adaptable to whatever goal, whatever movement is of the moment."

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Saturday Haiku: Shore Bird


                                    a joyful sea bird
searching the ancient shoreline
bounty never ends

                          ~ CK

Photo by Charles Kinnaird: A sanderling scurries along the beach at Hilton Head Island


Friday, December 12, 2014

Advent Hymns

Over at Music of the Spheres, I've been posting a few Advent hymns. Here is the post for today:

"Veni, Veni, Emanuel" is the original Latin version of the Advent hymn popularly known as "O Come, O Come Emanuel." It sounds like a more ancient hymn, but sources date back to 18th century Germany for the Latin Text, and 15th century France for the tune.

 Here is the English version, "O Come, O Come Emmanuel"

Monday, December 8, 2014

Monday Music: Knockin' on Heaven's Door

A reggae version of Bob Dylan's song, performed by Bob Marley and Eric Clapton. Dylan first recorded the song for the soundtrack to the movie Pat Garret and Billy the Kid. (To hear the original, go here. For the Guns N Roses rendition go here)


Saturday, December 6, 2014

Saturday Haiku: Night Blessings

against a red sky
an owl blesses the night realm
as the tree stands guard

                              ~ CK


Thursday, December 4, 2014

Recommended Recipes: Red Bean Black Bean Mix

I am happy with beans.
Dried beans in the pantry
Assure me that there is bounty in the earth
And that the world is latent with possibilities.
I am happy with the way they swirl about
in the rinsing bowl
Like hundreds of prayers
On unstrung rosary beads.
If ever I am unsure of what to do next,
I can always cook beans.

                                      ~ From “Autumn Beatitudes
                                         By Charles Kinnaird

I didn’t grow up eating beans and rice. My mother cooked black-eyed peas and Boston baked beans and in season prepared fresh field peas and butter beans.  In my adult life, however, beans and rice has become one of my comfort foods, and this red bean/black bean combination has become a family favorite. I got the idea from Laurel’s Kitchen vegetarian cookbook. She recommends certain bean combinations to increase nutritional value:

                       Red Bean Mix                                                          

          1 ¼ cups pinto beans
          1 ¼ cups kidney beans
          1 cup black beans
          1/3 cup mung beans
          1/3 cup green split peas                                                                                         

          White Bean Mix  

          2 cups limas
          2 cups small white beans
          ½ cup yellow split peas     

Laurel's Kitchen suggests that the cook season the beans to his or her own taste and also mentions that some beans will be done sooner that others, but that in a slow cooker they will all cook up fine together. I will say that with the Red Bean Mix, the mung beans and the green split peas will break down to form a thick gravy. The same is true of the yellow split peas in the White Bean Mix.

For my part, I borrowed and adapted from Laurel's Kitchen to make a simpler recipe. I take a cup of red beans and a cup of black beans, rinse them well and soak them over night. [Note:these are all dried beans. You can do the over night soak, or if you are like me and forget on occasion to put the beans in water the night before, you can always do the quick soak method in which you put them in plenty of water, bring the water to a boil, turn off the heat, cover and let them soak for an hour. After the dried beans have plumped up, pour out the old water and cover them with fresh water.]

Once I pour off the old water and cover the beans with fresh water (I bring the water line about an inch and a half to two inches above the level of the beans), I'll add some olive oil, maybe a teaspoon of two to prevent frothing. The only seasoning I use is a cube of Knorr's Vegetable Bullion (one cube makes the equivalent of 2 cups of bullion).

Bring the beans to a boil, then cover and reduce to a simmer. I'll usually cook them for one and a half to two hours. Watch the water level and add more if the liquid begins to boil away. When the beans are done, if I find they have too much liquid I'll partially lift the lid to let some liquid evaporate.

Serve the beans over brown rice or white basmati rice. If you like you can wrap them in a tortilla with a little rice and cheese. This has become a true comfort food in our household.


Monday, December 1, 2014

Monday Music: Photograph

"But all I've got is a photograph..."

George Harrison died on November 29, 2001. One year later, on November 29, 2002, his friends gathered together at the Royal Albert Hall in London for the Concert for George. It was a wonderful concert and I highly recommend it. I checked it out at our local library a few years ago and liked it so much, I bought my own copy. It is not shown in the clip below, but as Ringo introduced the number, he said, "What a band, what a night! I loved George, George loved me. This song is one George and I wrote together, it's called 'Photograph.' The meaning is changed now, of course."


Saturday, November 29, 2014

Saturday Haiku: Tree at Dawn

on the crest
stands a single tree
praising dawn

              ~ CK


Friday, November 28, 2014

A Southern White Boy Looks at Ferguson – Again

Atticus–” said Jem bleakly.
He turned in the doorway. “What, son?”
“How could they do it, how could they?”
“I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight
and they’ll do it again and when they do it — seems that only children weep.”

― Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”

― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

Back in August I wrote a piece on the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri. In that post, I simply asked readers to listen to the voices of two African Americans, culinary historian Michael Twitty, and novelist Ralph Ellison. I stated that “I cannot pretend to offer any solutions. I cannot even pretend to claim understanding. I have been trying, however, to listen. The only recommendation I can offer is that we stop and listen.”  As you can see, I begin this post by quoting two Southern white people and I offer another brief comment from my own Southern white perspective.

Why Ferguson Is Significant

It is difficult for us white folks to conceive of the world that African American's have grown up in. Furthermore, "white privilege" is a term that is difficult for some of us to stomach in the South because so many of us grew up either poor or struggling working class – we don't see ourselves as "privileged," but in terms of how we benefited from a social system set in our favor, we have been privileged. It is only relatively recently that I have begun to grasp the fact that the nice tidy world I grew up in, filled with caring and generous people at school, church, and on the town square, was paralleled by a dystopian terrorist state that my African American counterparts existed in. Nothing was safe or sure for them, and even their most agreeable times were dominated by fear of what could happen to them or their loved ones at any time and without hope for legal recourse. 

So while my upbringing in the South was full of idyllic moments, I had no understanding at the time of the world that black people lived in. They cooked and cleaned for whites – even raised white folk's children, but they were kept under control by tactics of terror. There were enough beatings and lynchings that were ignored by the legal system, and enough incidents of black people being "accidentally hit" by cars as they walked down the road to act as a warning to anyone who dared to challenge the system. My state even had its constitution re-written in 1901 to keep whites in power and to keep blacks suppressed in poverty and even slave-like conditions. Birmingham, Alabama is, after all, the place that South African officials visited to study and learn from prior to enforcing its apartheid system of government. It is difficult to fathom that my world with such joy and kindness existed side by side with systemic terror and evil. That is why Ferguson is significant. It points out the two worlds that continue to exist side by side in this beloved country.

Photo: Peaceful protest in Durham, N.C. on Nov. 25
Credit: Robert Willett Time News Service


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Recommended Recipes: Apple Ginger Pancakes

I found a new recipe online by Adrianna Adarme at the Fresh Tastes blog. It was fun to make and I was able to adjust it to make it into a vegan-friendly recipe.  In addition to making it vegan, the other divergence I made from the recipe was that instead of using an iron skillet, I used a saute pan to prepare the apples, then I used a stove top griddle to cook the pancakes.

Apple Ginger Pancakes

Yield: 8 pancakes
Photo from Fresh Tastes blog


For the Apples: 
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1 honey crisp apple, diced (about ¾  cup)
  • 1 tablespoon brown sugar
  • ¼  teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • ½  teaspoon grated fresh ginger

 For the Dry Mix: 
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • ¼  teaspoon salt

 For the Wet Mix: 
  • 1 ¼  cups buttermilk, shaken
  • 1 large egg


  • Butter or vegetable oil, for the skillet

  1. In a cast iron skillet (we’ll use the same one later), melt the butter over medium heat. When melted, add the diced apple, brown sugar, cinnamon and fresh ginger; mix until coated. Cook until fragrant and apples have cooked slightly, about 1 to 2 minutes. Remove and set aside.
  2. To a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In a measuring cup or small bowl, measure out the buttermilk. Add the egg and beat until thoroughly combined.
  3. All at once, add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and mix until just combined. The batter should have some small to medium lumps. Gently fold in the sautéed apples and allow the batter to stand for 5 minutes.
  4. Preheat your skillet over medium heat and brush with a teaspoon of butter or a teaspoon of oil. Using a 1/4-cup measure, scoop the batter onto the warm skillet. Cook for 2 to 3 minutes until small bubbles form on the surface, and then flip. Reduce the heat to medium-low and cook on the opposite sides for about 1 minute, or until golden brown.
  5. Transfer the cooked pancakes to a baking sheet and place in a preheated 200 F oven to keep warm. Repeat the process with the remaining batter, adding more butter or vegetable oil to the skillet when needed. Serve immediately with maple syrup and a pat of butter.

Making it Vegan 
  • Substitute the 1 ¼ cups buttermilk with ONE CUP of almond milk (I used Silk Vanilla Almondmilk)
  • Substitute the egg with Egg Replacer, following the directions on the package for the equivalent of one egg.
  • Substitute the butter with Earth Balance Original Buttery Spread (I do not recommend vegetable margarine due to its hydrogenated oil which is not healthy for the body).


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