3 posts tagged “vegan”
I made fettuccini alfredo for the first time in months, and lemme tell you it was DELISH! If you are vegan and craving something creamy, try this recipe.
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INGREDIENTS:
- 1 package silken tofu
- 1 Tablespoon soy margarine
- 1/4 Cup Tofutti Sour Supreme (Sour Cream)
- 2 Tablespoons Tofutti Better Than Cream Cheese
- 1/4 Cup vegan parmesan cheese
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- salt and pepper to taste
- 1/2 Cup soymilk (+Additional for consistency)
METHOD:
Put all ingredients into a blender with 1/2 Cup soymilk.
Blend to a creamy sauce, adding additional soymilk to achieve desired consistency.
Heat gently until hot, but do not boil.
Serve over fettuccini.
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I followed the recipe pretty faithfully, other than having to add another 1/2 cup soymilk since the only tofu I had in my fridge was extra firm, which didn't want to smooth down very much, and I used some garlic salt in addition to the garlic powder (for no other reason than it was in arm's reach).
I got my Mr. Bento! After doing an obnoxious happy dance, I settled down enough to start thinking about what I wanted to put into it's containers. Since I've gone back to being vegan, this has proved to be a great tool in making sure I get everything I need. It's so much easier to cover all your bases when you have four options rather than one.
Here's my lunch today:
I've got popcorn with nutritional yeast, butternut squash soup w/ pepper, Italian style rice with artichokes, peas and mushrooms, and unsweetened applesauce with cinnamon.
YUM!
I can see the sleek silver contour, the feel of rigid plastic, the loud snap as everything locks into place. It was to be mine, but it slipped through my fingers.
What could be this glorious thing, this tool, that I should have had but it was not meant to me?
Meet Mr. Bento
I ordered it through Amazon (technically a reseller through Amazon). I paid my $45, the shipper paid for the shipping. Yesteday afternnon my anticipation grew into a feverish pitch, so I tracked my lovely through FedEx, who reported back it was sitting at my front door. I bounded up the steps of my apartment building to find ... nothing. No Mr. Bento. No note from FedEx. Nothing. Imagine a loud, dull wind blowing a tired tumbleweed through the hallway that contains my door to exaggerate the nothingness in front of my door. Because that is how it felt.
Call it American consumerism or Cancer sentimentality, but as I sat without my Mr. Bento, I sulked and stomped and almost cried (ask Valarie and Dylan). Today I matured past my tantrum to deal with FedEx and to email the seller. Several weeks of long beaurocratic process looms before me while I still sit empty-handed without my Mr. Bento.
In the mean time, I'll still frequent these sweet Bento sites to prepare in advance for the awesome lunches I will soon be bringing to work. If I ever get my Mr. Bento, that is.
