Super Cheesy Baked Vegan Kale Chips
Balder’s, Achille’s heel was mistletoe.
Superman’s was krytonite
Achille’s heel was of course his heel
Oedipus’ fatal flaw was , well, his mom (I made it dark)
My mother’s fatal flaw was potato chips. Salty, crunchy, spicy chips brittle and crisp. She could polish of a bag in one sitting as could I her daughter who inherited her penchant for salty crunchy foods.
Years ago in a little town in the Rocky Mountains my son and I discovered kale chips.
Like old time miners in a gold rush we fairly leapt about the store throwing our picks in the air screaming “we’re rich!”.
Well actually since our mouths were full of smokey, crunchy, cheesy chips what came out was more of a garbled “Oh whow theshe ahre ahmazhing!”
“Time wounds all heels”
On our walk home that day, along the winding road to our B&B we made up a song about our kale chips as we munched a king’s ransom in health food store snacks. We were so engrossed in our snacks that we didn’t notice the herd of elks trying to cross the road not 20 feet in front of us.
We halted both our song and our munching and waited silently for them to cross. It was rutting season and the thousand pound males were demented demons terrorizing the townsfolk. So we stood until they had passed, the hushed nickers and gentle footfalls, the moist snorting and musky smell of dense ungulate fur filling the morning air.
You mean I’ll have a bad heel?” I said. “Couldn’t I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense.”
– Rick Riordan, The last Olympian
We followed the path along the stream blooming with columbines and verdant with ferns until we reached our little hideaway and were greeted by our host’s sad eyed basset hound Elvis.
We sat in the soft grass, stroking Elvis’s velvet ears, and reached into our now empty bags of kale chips. My boy Aylam cocked an eyebrow and gestured towards the bags. I nodded and pointed to my wallet. We stood in silence and headed back along the gurgling stream towards the health food store quielty singing our kale chip song.
A crispity crunchity alternative to potato chips. I used to be a bonafide bbq chip addict. I admit I was powerless over the gravitational pull of a bag of chips. I'm pretty sure that evenly uncouth teenaged self would have snacked her way through a bag of these.
Heat your oven to 300 degrees Fahrenheit. Line two large baking with parchment or foil.
Take out a large bowl. De-stem your kale leaves, put the stems aside in the compost. Only weirdos like me like to munch on kale ribs. Rip the leaves into bite size pieces and place in a large bowl.
Toss in the rest of the ingredients.Pull up your sleeves, wash your hands and get to massaging. Give the kale a good two minute massage.
Dump half of the kale onto each cookie sheet and spread as thinly as possible. Press down on any large clumps you want a uniform-is thickness.
Place in oven and bake 15 minutes. Switch trays and rotate them as well(meaning the front of the pan should now be facing the back). Bake another 15 minutes until the kale seems quite dry.
Remove form the oven and allow to cook 5 minutes.
This recipe works great in the dehydrator as well. Dehydrate on a low setting for bout 8 hours and you will have lovely crisp kale chips.