True story. My courtship with the man I married started at about the same time that I took a vegetarian cooking class. This was back in 1980. I now tell a funny story on stage as a motivational speaker on health, about one of the first dinners I cooked for him. I call it "Wheatball Spaghetti and Tofu Banana Creme Pie". That dinner was a complete flop. He married me anyway.
Fast forward to 1998 and now we have two fairly awesome sons and I've left dinner on the stove for the hubby and the youngest son. It's an updated, improved version of the 1980's wheatball. Or so I thought. I arrive home to a chorus of "what the h*** was that?" They stayed with me anyway.
Last week, October 18, 2013, my oldest son dropped by for a visit and lo and behold, I had just heated the latest reincarnation of the wheatball (by a vegetarian company who's products I have always LOVED, come on now, this HAS to be good by now!) in a savory marinara sauce to be served over Quinoa Pasta. What can I say, I'm a hippy. ppphhffffffeewwwwwww!!! Three strikes you're out. Just as texturally gross as the 1980's version. He thanked me for dinner anyway. (It might have had something to do with the Apple Crisp I made though.)
Here's what I've learned:
- Bulghar wheat rhymes with meat but doesn't taste like it
- Relationships aren't broken with 3 bad meals
- Never give up
- Sometimes you have to give up
From your motivational speaker on health who doesn't always have life-changing messages to post but just wants to make you smile
p.s. The Banana Tofu Creme Pie story is to come