All stories are better if you read them in Sophia Petrillo’s voice
Our intrepid bloggers have been dating for just four weeks. Everything is new. Everything is terrifying. Despite the anxiety, Mike doubles down on the terror and invites Sarra to his house for a home cooked meal. Now, you have to keep in mind that at this time, Mike was still an omnivore. So, what does an omnivore that is falling madly in love with a vegan do about cooking dinner? Well, in this case, he selects the most easily veganizable dish he can think of!
Well, we’re still a day behind here, but we don’t want to stop bringing you our adventures in delicious food. Today’s topic – comfort food. Sarra was raised in Texas, while I grew up in New York, so we both have different (but equally firm) ideas of what comfort food is. To Sarra, nothing is more comforting than a plate of gravy-soaked carbs and fat, but I usually just want to stick a large quantity of “meat” in between a couple of slices of bread.
Late nights are for easy, satisfying snacks. When we’re out of steam after a long day and we’re relaxing at home in front of the television, we crave the comforting, carbohydrate and fat laden treats of our childhoods, but lack the energy to spend a whole lot of time in the kitchen. What’s a vegan to do?
Disclaimer: this isn’t a recipe. It is, however, a very retro dinner.
Mike and I are both really drawn to retro and vintage styles and items. We love the aesthetics from the 1950s & 1960s – Mike loves cocktails and mod and anything atomic in particular, and I can usually be found in full-skirted dresses with a pocketbook and bright lipstick. (Mike hasn’t seen Mad Men yet, but I’m looking forward to watching it with him just so I can see him get all swoony over the clothes and furniture.) Additionally, we’re both defined in a lot of ways by the pop culture of our respective childhoods, adolescences, and young adulthoods. We’re both very nostalgic people, by and large, and really prone to reminiscing and “Do you remember…”. We’re your basic Gen-X cliché, is what I’m saying.
I have an abiding fondness for vintage cookbooks, even if they are loaded with pictures of dead animal parts. I assumed I’d turn to one from my collection to find a recipe to veganize, but then I had a flash of inspiration.