Tuesday, August 24, 2010

BBQ Lentil Sandwiches

I tried finding where I got this recipe from, but to no avail. It's (basically) brown lentils, 1/3 cup BBQ sauce, 1/3 cup ketchup, 1/3 mustard. All simmered until you have a nice, savory sammich filling.


It's served with some frozen, then steamed vegetables and garlic rosemary roasted potatoes. Super easy, super yum bachelor food.

Can you see my copy of Vegan With a Vengeance on the table?

File Under: Things I Should Have Done Long Ago

I doubt that I'm alone in the vegan world when I say I hate bacon. The stuff is vile, am I right? If you were to ask my how I could possibly hate bacon (veganism aside) my first three reasons would be:

1.) The smell. Cooking bacon has such a powerful odor. When bacon's around there is no way of escaping it because...
2.) Americans put it on everything. Burger? Let's add bacon! Salad? How about some bacon? Fiance cheated on you? It's okay, we brought bacon. Every "bar and grill" type place in the states smells like fried chicken because apparently...
3.) "I could never give up bacon," is what all the omnivores say. As if they are struggling with some sort of cholesterol and saturated fat addiction. If they can't have their bacon they would just die.

Now that that's over with, I recently stumbled across C'est la Vegan's video blog about tempeh BLTs and I had to try it. Quick, easy and most of all an excuse for me to buy a new jar of Vegenaise.

Let me tell you, for taking 5 minutes to make this was one of the most satisfying things I ate all week. I used low-fat Vegenaise, 365 organic yellow mustard, Life Light Fakin' Bacon, organic vine ripened tomatoes, organic romaine lettuce and Whole Foods' Organic Ezekiel bread. Yes, I like to brag when I eat organic because I'm fucking poor!


I made these for my newly vegetarian girlfriend Saturday morning and she was shocked at how much it tasted like real bacon. And yes, it does smell when you cook it, but it's not that vile smell that comes wafting out of the kitchen at Denny's every time your server comes stumbling out the door with a stack of pancakes.