One of my big challenges is cooking vegan meals my non-vegan Husband likes. Animal products are off both the menu and the shopping list in our home. Husband is also what some would call a rather fussy eater. On the plus side, he can eat the same meal many many times in a row and never get sick of it. Me, I get sick of the same smoothie after two days.
I was hunting around for veganised versions of his favourite meals and happened across this fantastic recipe for Not Butter Chicken by Mel over at The Kind Cook. Mel won my heart at The World Event To End Animal Cruelty a few months ago with a fantastic cooking demo where her food and drinks made my eyes roll back in my head.
With this recipe I used potatoes, carrot and green beans as they are the only vegies Husband likes that would suit this dish. For myself, I added in firm tofu and pumpkin. The only thing I do differently is significantly cut down the amount of cumin as Husband doesn’t like too-strong cumin flavour. I also go for the coconut milk option in the recipe. I prefer brown rice to white, although white would make for a nicer photo. Next time I make this, I’ll blend up some cooked red lentils throw them in. They should fool Hubz.
This is one of my favourite vegan recipes and gets a big thumbs up from Husband. Forgive the naughty green bean in this photo for rolling out of position.
My son, named Arthur on this blog, is a very fussy eater. Getting him to try new foods involves bribery, corruption and lots of fibbing.
This week I decided to try some of the Linda McCartney vegan sausage rolls. I don’t usually buy that kind of stuff but I thought I’d give it a go. Better that than me slaving over a homemade batch to have him say “these taste 30% good but 70% poopy”. Anyway he loved them and asked me to buy more. “Buy?” I said. “You mean you want me to MAKE more”. I’m sneaky this way. I’m happy to take the credit. And then he said “hey Mumz, how do you make a sausage roll? Just GIVE IT A LITTLE PUSH”. And I was all very funny sweetheart but please don’t talk with your mouth full of flaky pastry because now we need to vacuum the floor again.
So my challenge was to then make my own vegan sausage rolls that would taste enough like the Linda McCartney variety. My vegan buddy swears by the recipe over at Where’s The Beef, so I decided to give that a go.
The hardest part of this recipe was trying to find my pastry brush. I looove recipes where things are thrown in to a food processor because I’m lazy.
Bring forth the roll of no-sausage and bathe it in Heinz:
Critic Review Time. This is where I get nervous. Like Iron Chef.
Me: “these are amazing and would absolutely fool anyone who indulges in high fat offal tubes. If I had this before I was vegan, I would believe it if you told me they came from Fergusson Plarre”.
Husband: “these are good. I just need a bit more sauce”.
Arthur: “these are 100% delicious out of 100. See this Superman S on my t-shirt? The S stands for Sausage Roll Man”.
DeeW: “can you make me something else to eat?” Let us strike her opinion from the record on the basis of Puff Pastry Refusal.
This is a fantastic recipe. Trust me, you can NOT taste the tofu. Husband was sitting there peering inside the rolls to see what he could make out. Fooled good and proper, which always gets a thumbs up from me!
Welcome! I became vegan in early-ish 2012 (yeeeeears too late *sigh*) and am now in the process of trial and error when it comes to finding vegan dishes my family will eat. I sneak vegies in to foods. I lie without hesitation. But hey, if it tastes good and they eat it, I’ll risk the bad karma.
I’ll be posting about recipes I’ve tried and how the critics rated them. My most creative critic is my eight year old son. “No offence Mummy, but this looks like super compressed tiny balls of poop”. See what I mean? Buckwheat never sounded so good.
As I don’t want to use the names of my children here, I’ve had to think up some suitable nicknames. One of their favourite TV shows (and mine *cough*) is Arthur. Now, Arthur is eight years old like my son. And his little sister DW is four years old, like my daughter. At the time of trying to think up nicknames, these seem suitable enough. So here are my Arthur and my DeeW (let’s spell it that way), in a most realistic representation:
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