I used to say that I could never trust a vegetarian. It was kind of like how my mom always says to never trust a man in alligator loafers or how my brother says to never trust a skinny chef. But then in college I wound up being best friends with a vegetarian and more recently dated one named Andrew.
Living with a vegetarian boyfriend was a lot less difficult than I anticipated. I quickly learned that eating at home with him was usually better than eating out because we could keep certain things in stock and plan meals in advance. We were living in Madrid then and that complicated eating out even more. Basically, the only thing he could eat at most restaurants was an egg omelette. He started eating fish after about a month living in Spain. I wasn’t sure what motivated his decision. Actually, I was kind of confused at first because I thought he was just being fickle. But then I found out he really did it just to make me more relaxed when we went out to eat. As soon as he got back to the United States he went back to no animals. When he explained all this to me I felt like the biggest mooncalf that ever was.
Now that we’re both back in the United States, it’s so much easier for us to eat out together. It seems like every restaurant has at least two meatless choices. Even getting to choose between just two dishes must be so much more enjoyable than getting stuck with tortilla española over and over again. We haven’t stopped cooking at home, though. In fact here is a recipe for some eggplant ravioli that I found at What the hell does a vegan eat anyway? They got the idea from Jean-Georges Vongerichten. I’m going to make them again but next time I’ll stuff them with rutabaga puree and saffron.
Here is the sauce. I didn’t have Gewürztraminer so I used a local Chateau Grand Traverse Riesling. This is the same wine that Joyce finds revoltingly sweet. (I just remembered I recently served it to her and other guests at a pool party! Oh no!)
These are the raw wonton wrapper ravioli right before I boiled them. My beloved mom helped me out with filling and sealing them.
Here is one ready to be eaten. I thought the vinegar in the sauce was too strong. Also, I put in too much mint. I guess me and mint are like me and garlic and I always go way overboard. My parents liked them, though. My dad especially liked the shiitake mushroom (he kept calling them “shi-TEYKs”, just like he always calls gnocchi “guNOchees” just to make me angry).
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I made a better version of the ravioli last night! One was very simple and stuffed with fresh mozzarella and the other was stuffed with rutabaga, roasted garlic, and turmeric. The sauce was a gussied up tomato sauce with Madras curry, white wine, and some sambal oelek. I also tried to make some sweet potato gnocchi but they were kind of doughy. Their pecan and sage sauce wasn’t bad. Here’s a picture of everything on one little plate.