So rather than being too exhausted to think about food-like, I've been looking forward a day off on Thursday when I can slave away in MY kitchen for MY belly and then share it with you! And I've got plans to make a lovely dinner for my husband and at least one yummy treat to get me through the week.
But why wait until Thursday to post? I just can't do that! So I wanted to share some pictures of my experiment with Spaghetti-nos from Isa over at Post Punk Kitchen. When I came across her post, my mouth started watering. The story she tells about being in her mid-teens, wearing too much eyeliner, and eating spaghettios reminded me of a the first summer that my mom worked out of the house and left me home, when I would heat up spaghettios EVERY DAY. I would love to be able to replicate that with real food!
I think this is a good time to make my own confession, much as she made hers.
1. I am addicted to Glee. Yes, I watch it on my laptop while cooking things for this blog. Yes, I sing along to every stinkin' song, playing out the roles in all their cheesy glory.
My first post gave some details as to why I began my vegan journey, but it didn't cover the ideology and depth of reasoning for my decision. But I think it did make clear that eating the Standard American Diet (how SAD) did make me feel like a foul lump of stomach upset. Most of my vegan exploration has resulted in much better digestion and fewer stomach issues for me.
Unfortunately, Spaghetti-nos made me feel pretty gross. They are tasty enough, although I felt like the sauce was a bit "off." I know that I rolled my lentil-balls too large and I did not have anellini so I used fusili, but neither of those were the problem. If I had drizzled the pasta and balls with a bit of olive oil and garlic, I would have been in heaven. Even a fresh marinara or the tomato sauce I made with my falafel would have been great.
That being said, I will definitely be making lentil-balls again. They were just lovely. I think that I will have to make them into lentil-ball subs next time we have friends over for a casual evening. Or we can recreate a lovely Lady and the Tramp moment with spaghetti and lentil-balls on our next romantic evening alone at home. . . Any other great suggestions for living the lentil-ball dream?