The Born Again Vegan blog will be quiet this week as I spend Christmas in England. Be prepared, however, for some posts when I return. The topics will include staying vegan while out of the country as well as the story of how USAirways tried to give me a Muslim meal instead of the vegan one Dr. D. ordered for me. I’m hoping to liberate all the sheep in Derbyshire!
I have a confession. I have not tried this recipe yet. Or I should say I haven’t tried this form of it yet. Ya’ll are witnessing an experiment of sorts.
When I was an omnivore, one of my family’s favorite dishes was my chicken pot pie. I started thinking about how easily this could be made vegan and will try it this weekend. Here’s the recipe with my anticipated changes.
1 ready-made vegan pie crust (you can find these at Wegmans)
1/3 C. Earth Balance
1/3 C. chopped onion
1 C. sliced mushrooms
1/3 C. flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. pepper
1 1/2 C. vegetable broth
2/3 C. non-dairy milk
3 C. frozen vegetables, thawed
1. Heat oven to 425 degrees. Prepare pie crusts as directed on package for two-crust pie using a 9″ pie plate.
2. Melt Earth Balance over medium heat in a medium saucepan. Add onions and mushrooms and cook until tender. Add flour, salt and pepper; stir until well blended. Gradually stir in broth and milk, cooking and stirring until bubbly and thickened.
3. Add mixed vegetables; mix well. Remove from heat. Spoon mixture into crust lined pan. Top with second crust; seal edges and flute. Cut slits in several places on top crust.
4. Bake for 30-45 minutes or until golden brown. Let stand 5 minutes before serving.
Dr. D. had mentioned to his friend on the phone that the two of us are on a plant-based diet but I never like to make a big deal out of it when eating out. As always, I checked out the menu ahead of time to see if there was something the kitchen could convert into a vegan dish.
As soon as we sat down, the wife asked me why I’m vegan. I told her I do it for the animals to which she responded, “so you don’t feel any better?”. I felt like I was being baited but smiled and answered, “I feel better knowing I’m not harming any animals.”
“What about eggs? Nothing dies when a chicken lays an egg,” she challenged, laughing.
“Have you ever wondered what happens to the male chicks?” I said, with a smile. Always with a smile.
With that, she put up her hand signaling me to stop talking about it. So I stopped.
She ordered the veal.
I said nothing.
She raved about the porterhouse steak she had at another restaurant.
I said nothing.
Despite the fact that I was put on the spot and had my beliefs belittled and challenged, she continued to ask questions in a very offensive way. I answered her questions without defensiveness naively assuming she was truly interested in the answers.
She heard nothing.
It was toward the end of the night (after the last series of questions) when she snapped at me that and told me everyone had a right to make their own food choices and she didn’t need someone shoving their views down her throat.
I could no longer say nothing. I calmly and quietly responded with a smile. Always with a smile.
“I’m not shoving my views down your throat. If you’re feeling uncomfortable with the answers I’m giving you perhaps it’s because I’m touching a compassionate part of you you’ve forgotten about.”
Everyone said nothing.
That’s when the dinner ended.