What Are You Baking?

This is a short one.  Today I’m thankful for choices in food.

Today was another visit to the older gal I help with housekeeping.  She is endlessly entertaining.  As I left she asked if I needed to do anything else.  I replied that I still had to bake.  She is a marvelous baker and so inquired if it was anything special for Christmas.  I told her that I need to bake my tofu.  Her expression was immediate, and very funny.  She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon slice.  She loves stir fried vegetables, and acknowledges the convenience of tofu as a food, but she would rather eat almost anything else.  I feel similarly about mushrooms.  I truly enjoy spending time with her.

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The Love Of A Good Tofu

This is another one about my grandmother.  Today I’m thankful for tofurkey.

We had a family do recently.  I asked my grandmother if she’d be willing to make a few vegetarian things.  I offered to bring a couple if was easier for her.  (I have to eat carefully because of an autoimmune issue.  I don’t do it to be difficult, and I really try to be flexible-eggs, dairy and honey.)  My people are “meat and taters” folks from way back so I stand out a bit.  She said she’d do just fine.

Wouldn’t you know it, but everything (except the giant ham) was vegan.  My grandmother outdid herself and I was gobsmacked.  There were six of us, including me, and she’d bought a ham that weighed about 5 kilos (roughly 11 pounds).  It was bigger than my head.  She kept teasing my grandfather that it wasn’t properly carved but he pointed out that he was satisfied getting it to the table in one piece.  They found a tofu loaf for me.  It was pretty tasty.  I felt very loved.

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Schnitzel and Strudel and Spätzle

Today I’m thankful for strudel.

I am visiting family.  Traffic on the drive here was heavy and chaotic.  As soon as I arrived the news announced a number of new disasters that I’m not even sure how to deal with anymore.  The world is starting to feel a bit unreal.

We were all a little stressed so we went to a local Germanfest that happened to be going on.  Vendors were selling every sort of “-wurst” imaginable.  I went for the potato pancakes.  They were tasty but a bit small.  I was still hungry.  Then I saw the strudel tent.  They had cheese strudel!  I don’t eat meat but I love a good cheese.  The pastry was light and flaky but substantial enough to contain the cheese without crumbling.  The cheese was creamy and rich but not acidic.  The serving was generous.  It even made the polka music was more tolerable.

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