Happy Overly Processed Soy Protein Day
My family is having Thanksgiving tomorrow, as my sister will be back in Boston for the real Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to it very much - especially since the always risky business of baking bread seems to have turned out unprecedentedly well. My bread is bigger and better looking than ever before, even though I've used the same recipe every time. This could be due to using Cooper's Best Stout from Australia (Hey! They have a recipe on their website for Stout Chocolate Cake!) in the reciepe instead of the Guinness I usually use. Or it could just be that I'm getting better at baking bread.
People often ask me how I can deal with Thanksgiving, as a vegetarian. This always cracks me up. Even before I was a vegetarian, the turkey was not at all the highlight of the day for me. My ideal Thanksgiving plate is filled with mashed potatoes with butter, lefse, and lots of stuffing. And pumpkin pie with whipped cream for dessert. That was my ideal Thanksgiving meal way before I ever thought of vegetarianism. This is why I really have no interest in things like the Tofurkey feast, which is basically a log of dry, bland overly processed soy protein with not-very-tasty stuffing piped into the center of it. Not my form of choice for processed fake meat products (I am particularly fond of fake Buffalo wings, and did you know that fake corn dogs taste exactly like real corn dogs? At least, how I remember corn dogs tasting. It's been almost 10 years now.)
If only I knew where to look for the photos of that turkey my mom and grandma constructed out of vegetables one year. That was a good vegetarian turkey.
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Comments
Wait...
Stout in bread?
And the concept of Bread makes me feel good, so I enjoy reading about bread being "bigger and better looking". I don't know why; bread is just one of the things in this world that clicks with me.
Posted by: Wil | 5:28AM, 11.18.07
There is something fundamentally comforting about bread. When I was little my Mom made bread a lot and I used to love to sneak looks at the dough rising in a big bowl in the fridge. And I always hung out in the kitchen while my grandmother made the biscuits for breakfast. Both things were a great comfort to me.
Stout in bread makes perfect sense to me. Stout damn near is bread.
In other news, I don't really like turkey so I tend to camp out near the potatoes and gravy. And bread of course.
Posted by: jane | 8:12AM, 11.18.07
Also, Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by: jane | 8:40AM, 11.18.07