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  1. Corned tofu does not cut it

    March 17, 2013 by betaman

    Not that I would know… I haven’t actually looked for any Tofurky brand corned beef substitute, not that I would.

    Too bad I decided to become vegetarian just in time for St. Patrick’s Day. Especially considering over the past few years I’ve finally got the hang of preparing my own corned beef and cabbage, with carrots and potatoes. As it turns out, it’s really not that hard to boil a big hunk of meat all day and the results are surprisingly scrumptious. I can’t image what would happen to a block of tofu boiled for a few hours!

    What I missed most, however, was a big juicy Rueben on marbled rye – simply not the same with meatless deli slices. Maybe I should just wait for Hogmanay or Loaf Mass Day and celebrate that Scottish sliver of my heritage with some yummy vegetarian haggis!

    Vegetarian Haggis

    Or, just maybe… if I’m still enjoying my flexitarian diet next year, I’ll try this vegan corned beef sandwich recipe.

  2. The Bacon Test

    February 19, 2013 by betaman

    I haven’t had any major meat cravings, and I’m happy for not indulging myself in the choices available to me in the house where I’m currently staying.

    I am particularly proud of myself for not grabbing for the pile of bacon sitting before me as the wife prepared a cake for the dog party we had scheduled. Nor did I even snag a pinch of the bacon bits when cleaning off the plate once the dogs had finished off the cake.

    Yes, it would have been crisp and salty. And yes, the dogs eat more meat than I do. But, bacon? I mean seriously! It did feel pretty good knowing I had the will power to pass on that.

  3. Want Not. Waste Not.

    February 16, 2013 by betaman

    I know, the proverbial saying – Waste not, want not. – goes the other way around. But I believe we should put more thought into what and how much we’re going to eat before wasting what we don’t want.

    It just pains me to see good food go to waste, and just as I expected there are now three leftover pork chops calling my name. Prior to my flexitarian diet decision, I could see myself gobbling them up a number of different ways the very next day… in tacos or a burrito with beans and lots of cheese, sliced thin and sautéd in barbecue sauce on a bun, or cold by the mouthful while squatting in front of the fridge drawer where they are currently buried and probably already forgotten.

    Oddly enough, I don’t have craving to go chomp on the lost chops, as much as I have a sadness that they are going to waste.