The first course was this tomato and onion bruschetta. I properly love bruschetta. I know that's probably damaging my Scottish person street cred, but I do.
This was the main course. It's tripoline pasta which is kinda like frilly linguine with tomatoes, aubergines, and roasted peppers. What a lovely thing to come home to on a Friday evening. That and a glass of wine and I'm good to go.
Clean up your drool. That, my friend, is caramel shortcake aka millionaire's shortbread aka nomtastic aka a-little-piece-of-my-childhood. As far as I'm aware it's quite a Scottish thing and is served in school canteens all over the country (we don't agree with our children having teeth apparently).
This was spinach pasta with a light, lemony, creamy sauce, with kale, onions and pine nuts. On the side is pesto potatoes. It was absolutely blinkin gorgeous, and I got to have leftovers for lunch the next day. 
It had tofu and rice and kale (oh my!), which are possibly three of my most favourite things in the world ever. Okay, so maybe those aaaaand my iphone.
The sushi had spicy tempeh and spring onions. We had it with teriyaki dipping sauce. Absolutely completely nomtastic.
This is an unnecessary close up of the sushi.
I also made some Inari sushi stuffed with sushi rice and spring onions and at the front is the leftover tempeh from the sushi which was marinated and fried. Proper delicious.
This was vegetables roasted in cumin, coriander, etc (by etc I mean I can't for the life of me remember) on top of a dosa which had some tikka masala (dairy free jarred brand from the health store) sauce on top. Yeah baby
This meal was made to use up leftover pastry from the Snow Day Pie. It's pastry rectangles, with sundried tomato sauce, chorizo red onion, mozzarella cheezly, and oregano on top. It was the yum. Served with salad salad and potato salad. Yes.
I roasted some brussel sprouts, carrots, and onion and then added some chopped vegideli sausages and simmered in some of Mr Henry Westons fine organic cider. I then added some onion gravy and into the pie bottom it went. Obviously it was then covered in pie top.
This breakfast came out of a craving I had for a fry up from the Grassroots Cafe in Glasgow. As I was not in Glasgow I decided to make my own. Tempeh bacon, toast, beans, herby tomatoes, and what really makes the Grassroots breakfast (which a lot of people find quite odd) garlic mayo. I wasn't in the mood for making myself feel ill, so I left off the potato scones. I think the mark of a good breakfast is the ability to have awesometastic lunch leftovers. This turned into tempeh bacon, tomato, and garlic mayo sandwiches for lunch, which was just the best thing ever.
Continuing along in my mission to test all of the new Grassingtons vegan range, I recently tried out the beef style meatballs. Served here with penne and arrabiatta sauce. I love these meatballs. Love. The instructions said to either bake them or fry them. Being the rebel that I am I ignored this and baked them, then fried them, then added the sauce. They plumped up nicely and were lovely and moist. Love.
French toast. Bananas. Strawberries. Agave nectar. Bish bash bosh.
Ice cream with chopped up dairy free fudge and agave nectar. This was so disgustingly decadent I almost slipped into a sugar coma afterwards. You know what makes this more disgusting? It was eaten as dessert right after the fatty melt episode. I was clearly trying to kill myself with food that day. It's the only explanation.
This was the boy's birthday cake. I was the weird girl at the birthday party who demanded the lights must go on when the cake came out because I had to take a picture. Then I got all the questions about why I was taking pictures of food and explaining what a blog was. It was fun. Alas, the picture is still a bit crap because once again I was fairly inebriated. What is it with me being drunk around cake?
If you look closely at the top left hand side you can see the cheese oozing out of the top grilled cheese sandwich. You see that? That's pure atherosclerotic magic, that is! The boy also pointed out that in this picture the sandwich looks like it's poking out it's 'cheesy tongue of artery clogging defiance' at us. You can also see some of the bacon sticking out. Is everyone thoroughly disgusted enough with me yet? Good. For the record, I could only eat half of one of these and the boy ate the rest of my half. Also, don't you just love the irony salad? You know the rules If you're having something as disgustingly bad as this, it's okay, as long as you have something green on your plate too. It totally balances out. Also, everyone knows the rule about how all the calories are in the last bite, and so since the boy ate the last half of mine, I'm fine... Right?
I actually really really liked this, which I suppose is odd considering I don't think I've ever eaten steak. It's tasty, tender, and handy to have in the freezer. From what I remember it wasn't actually that expensive either.
The chicken thing comes already marinated in some tomato thing. I served it atop some bulgur wheat, with roast potato salad on the side. Oh yeah, and some balsamic glaze on top. Hmmm... What to say about this? Well! Words cannot describe how very much I disliked this. It made me feel ill. I don't know if it was too chickeny, but I don't remember eating chicken so I wouldn't know, but it had these weird fibre bits that thoroughly freaked the everloving bejeesus out of me. DO. NOT. WANT. In fact, looking at the picture is making me feel a bit ill. *shudder*
I very very nearly put a little red cross on the bat logo, but I stopped myself. Why? I was thinking "if this was a professional cake and I did that, would it end up on the bizarre section of cake wrecks?" Oh also, the mess of blue and yellow border was all pretty squiggly lines, but then I couldn't fit the cake in my fridge and the icing melted a bit. Boo. Oh well. I have another cake to make soon for the boy (you know, the boy). Cakes seem to be like buses, you don't make one for ages, and then three come along at once. Err, or something.
Served with roast parsnips, potatoes, brussel sprouts, and gravy. I could eat this again now.
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.
Fancy spelt bread with red onion, cranberry cheddar cheezly, and cranberry sauce. I do like that.
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!
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?!
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.
This currently resides in my stomach. Blackened tofu, tuscan kale, and potatoes roasted in cumin, turmeric, and paprika. The blackened tofu is once again based on the recipe in eat, drink, and be vegan. I winged it mainly because I'm a rebel, but also because a stinky boy has my copy of ED&BV. Smelly boys!
Exhibit A - Yorkshire puddings. Look at that dip. Whoa mama. I would mention the other stuff, but who cares?
Exhibit B - As nature intended. Yorkshire puddings as gravy holding receptacles.
This meal was inspired by wanting generalised carby stodge. There is spicy pepper pasta, aubergine pomodoro, garlic bread, and mini peppers stuffed with garlic and herb cream cheese and battered. Look at that cream cheese oozing out...
