Welcome, blurry photo. I did not factor blurry photos into my middle age experience.
More cookbook winnowing! The Enchanted Broccoli Forest Cookbook might have been the first cookbook I ever bought. And the Laurel’s Kitchen Bread Book was instrumental in teaching me how to make a loaf of whole wheat break.
As with the other pile, I’ve grabbed my favorites. Now it’s time to send the cookbooks off to Little Free Libraries in my neighborhood.
Since all the Christmas traditions were up in the air, I decided that 2020 was the year to try a Tofuky. Even in my vegetarian years, I never shelled out the money. Back in those days, it came with a tempeh drumstick, so I guess I should have sampled the product then.
Here’s the Tofurky, ready to go into the pot. I followed the instructions on the label and made a soy sauce/olive oil concoction for the broccoli and tofurky to roast in.
And here’s our final product, dusted with sage. I also made mashed potatoes, because I don’t like to pass up a chance to eat mashed potatoes.
The verdict? Very salty. The broccoli tasted amazing, through, having roasted in that soy sauce/olive oil concoction. I skipped the gravy (because I almost always skip the gravy) and the potatoes were delicious!
While I wouldn’t turn down a slice of tofuky, if one is offered to me, this was probably a one-and-done experience.
Mom wanted to give her neighbors some cookies and, when searching the internet, found someone’s great idea to turn a heart-shaped cookie upside down and make a Santa. Using just the star tip, some frosting, and jimmies, red hots, and chocolate chips, we made these darling little creatures.
These are also historic cookies because while we were making them, I got a call offering me a job as a full-time copy editor.
Our Independence Day celebration this year included no gathering with family for Challenge Croquet. Instead, I made hotdog buns (which were delicious) and we ate hot dogs, some delicious sides, and faaaaaaancy chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting that I also made.
Not pictured: the potato salad my mom brought over. She makes great potato salad, which is even more amazing because she’s doesn’t eat potato salad.