The Mooseisland Cookbook
It was fortunate that Grissom hadn't engaged in a mission to free the wild boar that had been Thursday's Thanksgiving/Island Day feast, because Sara most likely would have kicked him out of the hut for a few days. Yeah, it was a stereotypical woman thing to do, but he would have deserved it. Sara's affection for animals didn't extend to them tearing up the place and pooping on her floor.
However, she'd had a few ideas, and equipped with some books, she was now in the kitchen attempting to recreate some kind of Tofurkey type product for those on the island who didn't eat meat. Which, from the way people had chowed down the other night, was probably just her. Linda McCartney would have re-died. Recreating TVP was out of the question, but maybe seitan was worth a shot--the lack of soybean products was a major pain in her ass.
Sara ground up some nuts in thought. And washed wheat flour until her hands were covered in glop. And tried to form patties out of the leftover glop, which looked about as appetizing as eating, say, sewer sludge. Trying to cook it made it even worse.
Maybe she should just stick to mushrooms.
Sighing, she set everything aside to soak and started to make a nut roast.
Edited because yours truly hadn't segued out of britspeak, dammit. Late tags cool.
However, she'd had a few ideas, and equipped with some books, she was now in the kitchen attempting to recreate some kind of Tofurkey type product for those on the island who didn't eat meat. Which, from the way people had chowed down the other night, was probably just her. Linda McCartney would have re-died. Recreating TVP was out of the question, but maybe seitan was worth a shot--the lack of soybean products was a major pain in her ass.
Sara ground up some nuts in thought. And washed wheat flour until her hands were covered in glop. And tried to form patties out of the leftover glop, which looked about as appetizing as eating, say, sewer sludge. Trying to cook it made it even worse.
Maybe she should just stick to mushrooms.
Sighing, she set everything aside to soak and started to make a nut roast.
Edited because yours truly hadn't segued out of britspeak, dammit. Late tags cool.