Adventures in Mock Meat: Part One, Epilogue

No. No, not at all. it had the right level of firmness, but the texture was nothing like. Maybe I bought the wrong stuff. Maybe I didn't knead it well enough, or long enough, or simmered it too low, to short a time. But I think we can call recipe one a failure, or at least this attempt.

And I'm off mock meat for a moment anyway, as I marvel over the fact that I actually bought and cooked squash. And ate it. And my Darling BF did too, and they were delicious 'breakfast' burritos, as he read aloud doggerel (catterel?) aloud from T.S. Eliot. And, of course, Full Metal Alchemist. Which remains absolutely awesome.

Veggie Research

No, this isn't exactly turning into a cooking blog. It's not much of a blog at all at this point. But it is what I'm thinking recently, when not preparing horrors beyond the ken of man for the Changeling campaigns I'll be running and cackling with glee over how clever some of the things I wrote in high school were (you find lots of stuff, cleaning out your closet for a big move).

I am so excited about a near-daily Farmers Market in Sacramento. In Boise, there's Saturday morning. Which *is* Shabbat, and even if I wasn't exactly in attendance for Shabbat services, going and buying stuff is a little bit out of my comfort zone, unless I'm travelling (which is, incidentally, another no-no, but what's to be done?), and then everything just sort of flies out the window. But this thing? Happens every day. Well, almost. But still! I am looking forward with great virulence (vigilance? violence? vigor?)to being able to go buy organic, locally grown stuff like figs, squash, herbs, fruits . . . Mmmm.

So I'll need to find/make recipes featuring fresh veggies, herbs I've never used before, interesting local cheeses, etc. And still be able to afford it, rather than bankrupt myself on the delightful sybian shores of Epicurianism.