Vegan Barbecue?
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fallenpegasus invited us over to his house where his friend Sarah would be preparing a "vegan barbecue." That very phrase sounded oxymoronic, but Omaha and I decide that we'd go anyway and find out if the very essence of meaty cooking could be translated to the vegan lifestyle.
A number of other acquaintances were there, all of whom were delightfully civil and some of whom took unalloyed delight in the kids. A newly-married couple nervously contemplating their first pregnancy wanted to hang out with them at dinner and experience kids for themselves; good for them. I perused the cookbooks on the shelf and coveted a few of them, especially the "Vegatarian Italian Cooking" books.
Guy-type confession: at one point I was standing in the dining room and looking down the hallway into the kitchen. A woman stood there with her back to me and my first thought was, "Now, she's got a good-looking butt." And then I realized I was looking at Omaha. Well, of course she does!
The meal was delicious; the sugar-free strawberries and soda mixture would take some getting used to (as would any sugar-free diet), and the vegan burgers were a bit drier than what one gets from your typical American grain-fed meat, but it was all yummy. The pasta salad was especially good, although at one point we all ended up trying to describe the difference between a shallot and a scallion to someone at the table.
I was saddened to go, actually; I don't have much of a social life these days, and the people at Aloha Haus are really good people, generally. But it was late and the kids had to be in bed for camp the next day.
fallenpegasus invited us over to his house where his friend Sarah would be preparing a "vegan barbecue." That very phrase sounded oxymoronic, but Omaha and I decide that we'd go anyway and find out if the very essence of meaty cooking could be translated to the vegan lifestyle.A number of other acquaintances were there, all of whom were delightfully civil and some of whom took unalloyed delight in the kids. A newly-married couple nervously contemplating their first pregnancy wanted to hang out with them at dinner and experience kids for themselves; good for them. I perused the cookbooks on the shelf and coveted a few of them, especially the "Vegatarian Italian Cooking" books.
Guy-type confession: at one point I was standing in the dining room and looking down the hallway into the kitchen. A woman stood there with her back to me and my first thought was, "Now, she's got a good-looking butt." And then I realized I was looking at Omaha. Well, of course she does!
The meal was delicious; the sugar-free strawberries and soda mixture would take some getting used to (as would any sugar-free diet), and the vegan burgers were a bit drier than what one gets from your typical American grain-fed meat, but it was all yummy. The pasta salad was especially good, although at one point we all ended up trying to describe the difference between a shallot and a scallion to someone at the table.
I was saddened to go, actually; I don't have much of a social life these days, and the people at Aloha Haus are really good people, generally. But it was late and the kids had to be in bed for camp the next day.
