You, my friend, are a tasty little slice of vegan heaven. |
Given that I'm completely incapable of going to the grocery store without forgetting something (in this case, three separate times), I decided to make my own tortillas for the enchiladas. They're quite simple and tend to hold up to toppings much better than store bought. The recipe I used comes from this site on Texas cooking and provides some useful tips on getting your tortillas to come out well. The recipe was for "chewy flour tortillas," although I subbed in some almond milk for the regular milk (with no change in the taste or texture). These tortillas tend to be a bit smaller than store bought and mine always end up looking slightly crazy since I have no patience for making them perfectly round, but like I said, they don't tear or break if you overstuff them.
Oh, and speaking of the dreaded bloat (I know, such a lovely topic when writing about food. Sorry about that), after some research yesterday I found that it's perfectly normal to walk around looking three months pregnant when you first change your diet. I also found some natural remedies online that seemed worth trying. I already knew that ginger and chamomile make for stomach-calming teas, but I didn't know that fennel seeds will also help. Due to my distaste with looking like I'd eaten a whole cow rather than just veggies I combined the three of them. I normally don't much like fennel because of the licorice taste, but combined with some grated ginger, agave nectar, and a chamomile teabag it was quite pleasant and really seemed to help. And thank goodness, because that was going to make me one cranky temporary vegan.
I also got some good news today from my sister. I told her about my pancake disaster the other day and she said that her husband, Calvin*, has a stellar vegan pancake recipe. I can practically taste the maple syrup right now.
*Funny story about the name Calvin. It's not his real name, but I didn't know that for about 9 years. In fact, I didn't know that until the signing of the marriage certificate, when I inquired as to why his nickname was on the paper. I thought we just called him Keith (his real name) because Calvin was such an unfortunate name to be stuck with. So now I just call him Calvin anyway because it amuses me. Sometimes I'm so brilliant I practically knock myself out.
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