Hi, My Name Is Nic

and I tend to ramble on about food, music, books and cute animals that make me laugh on this thing

Here’s the recipe to the GF Vegan Berry Crumble I posted about earlier in an Instagram video, as promised. ; )

Berry Crumble


1 cup gluten-free oat flour (you can make your own oat flour by measuring out rolled oats into a blender then blending until it’s smooth)

1 cup gluten-free rolled oats

1/2 cup coconut flour

1/4 cup coconut sugar

1 TBSP chia seeds

1/2 tsp xanthan gum

1 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp sea salt

1/3 cup unsweetened almond milk

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/2 tsp almond extract

2 TBSP pure maple syrup, grade B

1/3 cup unrefined coconut oil, melted

1 small bowl of mixed berries tossed in maple syrup


Preheat oven to 375F. Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. Mix wet ingredients in a small bowl (except coconut oil). Combine all ingredients for the dough & mix until well blended, adding in the coconut oil last. Grease square baking ban (I used 7 1/2 x 7 1/2, but I think anything up to 9x9 would work) with palm shortening or coconut oil. Press dough evenly into pan, about 1/2 inch thick. Add the layer of berries on top, then sprinkle the remaining dough over it. Bake for 25- 30 mins. Allow to cool for 15- 20 mins. Enjoy!

"What’s really important is the world view of each historical period, what the people were feeling and thinking. It took me a long time to understand that. History is supposed to provide a knowledge of the longer context within which our lives take place. History is not just the evolution of technology; it is the evolution of thought. By understanding the reality of the people who came before us, we can see why we look at the world the way we do, and what our contribution is toward further progress. We can pinpoint where we come in, so to speak, in the longer development of Civilization, and that gives us a sense of where we are going."

- excerpt from The Celestine Prophecy

The woods are lovely dark and deep

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep

— Robert Frost

Goodbye, Nashville. It’s been marvelous.

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.

You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. 

Man alone measures time.

Man alone chimes the hour.

And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.

A fear of time running out.

— The Time Keeper

The most amazing email…

So, I moved to LA almost 9 years ago and signed with my very first manager, Molly, at 13 yrs old. Along the years she’s become a close family friend and personal mentor. Molly is now semi-retired and lives, literally, in the middle-of-nowhere Montana. She’ll occasionally keep me updated on her life in the wild (which is especially funny coming from her considering she was a full blown city girl that lived on coffee and cigarettes and went to the tanning salon everyday during her lunch breaks… and I am in no way exaggerating the frequency of her tanning salon visitations), but I thought that the email she just sent me tonight was most share worthy. Hope you get a kick out of it as well. :)

From: Molly
Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2012 7:51 PM
Subject: Tonight

I am out for the evening. I promised my 12 yr. old neighbor that I would skunk hunt with him tonight. I am not really hunting, I am sitting in a lawn chair with Night Vision Goggles. If I see any eyes glowing at me, I am running back in the house leaving the child to fend for himself. I will not be skunked………

I have read of those sent to the gallows and guillotines of Europe. I have read of the great wars of ages past, and men slaughtered by the tens of thousands. And we give but fleeting consideration to their deaths, for it is our nature to banish such thoughts. But in doing so we forget that they were each as alive as we, and that one length of rope— one bullet or blade— took the whole of their lives in that last, fragile instant. Took their earliest days as swaddled infants, and their grayest unfulfilled futures.

— excerpt from Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter