Talk about a weird progression.
So this afternoon I was all chicken-fried steak-y inspired by Jessy's comfort food spread from the other night. So I decided to fry up some tempeh (dredged in flour, dipoed in almond milk-cornstarch slurry, dipped in coating). I used the Jay-Lo's breading recipe from La Dolce Vegan, but added about 1/4 cup of panko. Then I fried it up in olive oil this afternoon and set it aside. I was dreaming of mashed potatoes and fried tempeh...then I tasted the tempeh. It was good, but NOT chicken-fried anything. It was kind of...well...bland. NOTE: this was NOT Jessy's tempeh recipe! I'm sure hers is superwickedawesome! I went out on a limb here and fell flat on my face.
What to do?!?
And then it hit me: PICCATA!!! Of course. If they made piccata-flavored lollipops, I would buy them. The Veganomicon recipe for piccata might just be worth the price of the book. It's salty and lemony and winey and savory and olive-y and OMGYUM. It was the perfect thing to save my drib drab tempeh.
All over fingerling potatoes we dug ourselves at the farm. Wicked fun! And I meant to make carrots but instead I found myself fending off a feral two-year-old from my olives - that kid could eat a whole jar of kalamatas in about 5 minutes if I let him. But I don't. Cause I want to eat them, too! I'm a really bad mom. Plus, he's still in diapers. I'll just leave you there.