Re: Vegan Southern Comfort Food

If you are like me, there's not a thing in the world that makes you happier than a huge plate of vegan Southern food. This plate must include at least 3 of the following: Something salty, breaded and fried, something sweet and sticky, something green and leafy, something starchy, something gravy, something cornbread, something biscuit.

On Friday night, my lover working late, I set about preparing this plate of Southern Comfort. the main bulk of this meal was to come in the form of a recipe gleaned from the ever-talented Casey, with whom I lived for one glorious year directly after college.

In a jar I placed (in approximate amounts)
-2 cups of nutritional yeast
-one tablespoon each of:
-dill
-oregano
-basil
-"Spike"
-lemon pepper
-one teaspoon each of
-cayenne
-salt
-chili powder

(basically just put a little bit of all your savory spices into the yeast)

Then I cut a big hunk of firm tofu into small, fry-able pieces. I then breaded them in soymilk, flour, and the nutritional yeast concoction. I put a whole bunch of olive oil in a pan and got it real hot, then I deep-fried the hell out of that tofu. It got crispy and golden-brown and beautiful.

During this same time, I was making kale.

-put a bunch of kale in a pot
-put in half a cup of water
-put in 2 tablespoons of soy sauce
-heat on very low heat until kale is done (i.e. chewy but tender, and a lovely, vibrant green color)

I also heated up some canned baked beans, but that is not exciting.

At this point the door banged open and I walked out to say hello to Andrew, but he was not there. Filled immedidately with fear, I said, "...hello?" only to be greeted by Andrew barrelling out of the bedroom behind me in order to scare me. This is a true lowpoint in our relationship. If you know me at all, you know that that is an unacceptable thing to do. I screamed as loud as I could and tried to hit him in the face before getting ahold of myself and going to stand in the kitchen with my arms wrapped around my head, heart pounding wildly.

The beginning of our dinner was tinged with contrition on his part and a stony, punishing silence on mine.

However, the flaky, beautiful tofu soon brought us around to a state of loving friendship. Good lord, but that's a good meal!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU, SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD!