I did 1000 meters of the slowest swimming I think I've ever done in my life. EVAR. Then I went and bought the cheesecloth to make my holiday roast. Today is day 1 of the cooking madness that is Thanksgiving, and I'm cranky.
Number one son called and said he's not coming up from Ft. Huachuca after all. Didn't get his pass request in on time. Number two son is all bummed out now. like teenagers need a reason.
Ever wonder what vegans eat at Thanksgiving? Well, among other things I'm cooking today (Lots of strange, exotic things) is this weird pie that I make out of a large squash that Sweet Baboo grew in the back yard. It's called - get ready for this - pumpkin pie. We also eat strange, other-worldly things like green bean casserole, corn pudding, sweet potatoes, and a stuffed holiday roast.
We just wont' be eating the mascot.
No carcasses on my table, nosiree!
Sorry. I really get cranky when I cook all day. >:-( For any omnivores still reading this, you might think that my anti-turkey stance is all about the one that traumatized me as a child. It's not.
The following may not make sense if you're not Vegan...
First off, I'd like to give a shout-out to some of my vegan peeps out there: Jennifershmoo, Susan V, Josh L., Speed Vegan, and Veg*Triathlete. Tomorrow many of you will be under some sort of scrutiny regarding your diet.
Be strong. It's only one day.
E.g., "OH, sweetie, can't you have some Turkey (or ham)? Just this once? I/grandma/we spent all day cooking it....you don't want to make me/grandma/us feel bad, do you?"
Yep, the old guilt trip. It's coming
I'm desperately trying to make my first batch of Yuba, to wrap around my first ever home-made rolled stuffed seitan holiday roast. Jeez, the ones at the store and $ and there's NO LEFTOVERS. Hey, does anyone know how to simplify this process? Making Yuba, I mean. Yikes. You won't believe how much soymilk I've used so far. If you do, email me! It's all sticky and won't hang in nice sheets.
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