Over the last few weeks, we’ve made an attempt as a family to eat more plants/eat less meat. This is decision is rooted in a dozen different health reasons, but the end result is a move towards cutting back on the meat we’re consuming and integrating more than just a “meatless Monday” philosophy.
All well and good, right?
Except I still can’t cook. And this is making anything “new!” a bit of a challenge.
Last summer, I worked towards a decent grasp on using our grill, making chicken and grilled vegetables and hamburgers that didn’t highlight my inability to create edible meals. That learning curve was steep, though, and now the idea of trying to get creative in the kitchen with a renewed focus on plant-based meals is daunting as eff.
Because, as mentioned, I still can’t cook. I’m having a plant-based face plant.
I tried to make these – sweet potato quinoa patties – and assembling the ingredients was easy enough. I could get everything into a bowl and if I were to eat it like a salad, it would have worked out beautifully. But the goal was to cook these on the stove top, creating a hot meal where the patties are crisped to a golden brown and cause people to put their fingertips delicately to their collarbones in delight – “My goodness – did you MAKE these? They are DELIGHTFUL!” and then everyone gets drunk. (This fantasy takes place post-August, when wine can re-enter the picture for me.)
Instead, I ended up with patties that didn’t ever crisp into golden perfection. My attempt was more a lump of burned-on-one-side-barely-held-together-on-the-other-side patties, where they needed to be coaxed aggressively out of the pan and had to be eaten immediately or else they’d taste like not-awesome hash browns.
I’ve tried to make them twice now. The first time, Chris and I had a “ho, ho, ho this is an experiment! and we’ll figure this out” response. The second time, I was a hormonal mess and just about threw the pan across the kitchen with a pathetic sob of, “I can’t COOK I only make burnt vegetarian DOG FOOD.” The third time, I’m afraid I will pitch a fit and then a tent in the backyard and force myself to sleep there until I can happily eat grass.
(Have I mentioned hormones? I have them. There are many of them. Would you like some? AHHHHHH!!!)
So what I’m hoping for is this: Do you have a favorite non-meat recipe that is easy to make and that you enjoy eating? I’m looking for recommendations to help expand my palette and my culinary skills without causing emotional chaos. My kitchen prowess is limited, but I’m willing to try anything at least three times, and I’m really eager to reduce the amount of meat we’re eating.