Well, veggies are one thing I can disguise... as long as I overdo it on the garlic.
The other night, as promised, I attempted to sneak veggies into my Beau's supper. It would have worked relatively well. The carrot-pea-broccoli puree was well disguised in a garlicky tomato sauce I got at the store. The chickpea balls disguised the coloring of the puree well within it's dry cheesiness. There was not one hint anywhere within the house that I had used (gasp) vegetables in the evening meal. His reaction to what I was serving up, however, was where it got gritty.
"What the hell is this?" he grunted as I coyly pulled the crispy golden balls from the oven and slid them into a bowl.
"It's Meatless... Wednesday. It's good for you. You can even put ketchup on it!" I exclaimed a little too bubbly. He gave me a raised eyebrow and took a nibble off of a smaller ball. By the look on his hairy face, I knew he didn't enjoy it, but our silent agreement is that he has to at least eat it for one meal, lest my feelings are damaged (because my feelings are soooo fragile). So he divvied up a serving, pausing with the spoon over the sauce.
Another raised eyebrow.
"You remember that really garlicky sauce I got the last time we were at the store? I've miraculously tamed it. Go on. Eat." He snorted, took a little taste, and laid the spoon back on the stove.
"Ick."
Needless to say, he slathered his meatless meal in Curly's Mesquite while I glumly chowed down on a garlic-infused feast. Vampires won't be coming after me anytime soon!
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