There are certain dishes that I should not be able to make vegetarian versions of. In some cases, even I must admit that it just seems wrong. And yet, it is possible, and so I do it. And I am not ashamed of myself in the least. Regardless of how I have spit in the face of the lords of meat dishes, I cannot be anything other than fully satisfied with myself.
(Is the Jane Austen voiced narrator in my head showing?)
Anyway, all of this is brought on by the fact that as I am typing this, my room is being filled with the scent of vegetarian shepherd’s pie. Yeah . . .I know. A thousand Englishmen just screamed out in abject terror.
It’s a layer of vegan meatballs. (I know, right!) Peas, carrots, and green beans. Vegetarian brown gravy. (Eeeeh, gads) Topped with garlic, cheesy mashed potatoes.
And what’s worse, all those things either came frozen, powdered, or boxed in some manner.
Go ahead! Verbally flog me!
But I probably won’t be able to hear you over the sound of my own chewing.
Just sayin’.