Fake Christmas

I had myself a merry little fake christmas in Dundee yesterday before I head back through to Glasgow.

I used one of the new redwoods turkey roast thingies and it was mighty delicious. It seems to me like it's what you Amurrikens get, you know, that tofurkey thing? Yeah, it was like that, with the stuffing in the middle and whatnot.
Served with roast parsnips, potatoes, brussel sprouts, and gravy. I could eat this again now.

Weighted Companion (not quite) Cube Cake

I'm a geek, so it's only natural that the vast majority of my friends are also geeks. This weekend I went to a birthday party for one of my favourite people, who just so happens to not only be a geek, but also vegan! Score! So, I decided to make him the geekiest vegan cake I could. Behold, the vegan weighted companion (not quite) cube cake:
It's not quite a cube because I figured out that to make a cube this cake would have required about four layers, and I kinda have a little bit of a life, or at least uni work to do. So, i decided to only make one side of the cube. It was an executive decision. Also, yes the botton part has cracked icing. It's a square cake that got transported on a too small circular base. I have come to terms with this crack. You should too.
This is it sliced and my thumb making another blog appearance. The cake was a lemon cake (at the birthday boys request), with strawberry jam in the middle. The picture is rubbish because by the time we got to eating cake, I was fairly inebriated. Apparently when the cake was being sliced it was made certain that I got a bit with some heart on it. That's friendship, that is. Also, I feel the need to state, unequivocally, and for the record.

The cake is not a lie!

Anyway, unrelatedly, I hate Christmas. I just do. What I do like however, is all the good vegan food that appears in shops around this time of the year. I do like that.
Fancy spelt bread with red onion, cranberry cheddar cheezly, and cranberry sauce. I do like that.

Sometimes I sing songs.

I cannot sing. Not a note. That doesn't stop me. I like to take songs and adapt them to whatever situation I'm in. I have a song I sing about cell division. It helps me remember the phases (or it used to, now I'm brilliant and just know the phases, but I still like to sing the song). My sister is a primary teacher and she makes up songs for her class, so clearly this is a genetic thing. That is my professional opinion.

Anyway, remember a few posts ago I made meatballs? Well I made forty five million of them and they've been sitting in my freezer ever since and they started to become an oppressive force in my life, and I thought to myself, why am I letting meatballs become an oppressive force in my life?! So I thought, meatball subs!
So, why was I babbling about singing? Well as I was making this I was dancing around my kitchen singing my meatball sub song. It's essentially the manics song 'Motown Junk' but with meatball sub instead. It's really very clever. Meatball! Meatball sub!

Listen to my opinion!

For it is important. So important that my friend John has taken to using Chuck Norris jokes to describe me. Obviously he takes Chuck Norris out and uses my name instead. It's really very unimaginative, but it amused me greatly. For example:

• There is no ctrl button on Lelly's laptop. Lelly is always in control.
• Contrary to popular belief, you are not living in a democracy, its a Lellytatorship.

My other friend Stu decided to point out that this does not always work:

• Lelly doesnt have a chin, under that beard its just another fist.

Stu is just a big fat spoilsport though.

Anyway, what am I babbling about? Is there a point to this drivel? Well, not really, but kinda. I'm doing a product review today!

I found this at the Health Store and had to try it out. It wasn't too expensive - Just over 2 quid and it feeds 2. Yes, that is my strange child like thumb. Can we move on from the thumb?!

It claims to be Tortellini Tri Colore filled with tofu and spices.
I cooked it up with some tomato and basil sauce and sliced vegi deli sausages. The pasta itself was good. But I really could barely taste the tofu never mind any spices. Nevertheless it was nice to have fresh pasta of any sort, so I'd probably buy it again. What I would not do again is refill my sea salt grinder right before I'm about to eat this, not screw the cap on properly and then pour have a tub of salt on my pasta. Luckily it was just in the bottom corner (you can still see some of it on the sausages at the bottom), and I rescued as much as I could, but still, I actually yelled. Quite a lot.