So in order to celebrate my two and a half hour round trip to a snazzy and high-tech meeting (with actual touch screen projectors! It takes so little to impress us little blaffs from Humanities…) I decided to go big and truly test out tofu (having frumpled my nose at my scrambled tofu efforts a few days ago).
I therefore made a quick “tortilla” base of cake wheat flour and water and rolled it out into a squirmy monstrosity. Alas I should have used nutty wheat, but my baking adventures have gobbled that sweet commodity right up. Anyhow, sautéing a few onions and a handful of shrooms and I was ready to experiment.
Let me just say that braising *anything,* but most especially tofu, makes me feel like a pimp of galactic proportions.
So, I marinated the sucker in a mixture of soy sauce, apricot jam, paprika and an ant’s bucket of boiling water and then braised the blocky buggers in my dinkiest pan.
Never the mind that I was so excited that I forgot to put some tomato paste on my fake pizza base but jeeezzzz this is my new lover on the sly- delicately firm, utterly steeped in witchy sauces whilst maintaining its posture and pomp with its post-punk charred sides as if had taken a tumble head-first over a racing bike and stood up victorious in my stomach going awww yeah!
Scroll back up and peruse that sly and sinister seducer of tastebuds. Frak yeah!
Man-thing with a ring says it tastes almost like Haloumi. Says the man who added meatballs to his meal before he even sat down to taste the whole delicacy. The less we say about his opinions on animal-free sources of protein the better, poor lamb. ❤
Post-munch-crunch-slurp and licking of the feeding implements I decided on a combo of berry sorbet and my uber vegan brownie from last night. Eugh. Don’t do it- the brownie breathes best by its lonesome. Until I can discover how to make vegan ice-cream or vegan custard I am doomed to these sorts of last minute concoctions. Alack!
Anyhow, trial and error makes the wicked better.:D