Actually, I Am Never Eating Again. Period.

With the Wolf Moon, I ate ravenously this weekend. If it wasn’t the moon then it was the cold. And if it wasn’t the cold it was my hungry heart looking for satiety. Here’s the the start of the ever-afflicting relationship 15.

The Electrician fed me well, whipping up the braised seitan with Brussels sprouts, kale, and sun-dried tomatoes from Veganomicon after we had to hit 3 markets for ingredients. I sat back for most of the meal’s preparation, fussing over polenta cakes that would be foundation to our seitan. But that is not to say I didn’t involve myself in nervously reciting the recipe, concerned about his precision. (This is why I bake better than I cook: I need structure!) Fortunately, his improvisations and good eye paid off deliciously. Yay for guys who can cook!

Serving the dish atop polenta cakes was my addition. And what a fine one if I do say so myself. The dish was bursting with flavors and paired nicely with the subtle baked polenta.

After, I was in charge of Sundaes. I cooked up some strawberry preserves to top some coconut milk ice cream along with some chocolate sauce. And now that we were good and stuffed and ready for hibernation… or some Netflix, the natural sedative.

Clearly one must follow up an evening of expanding the stomach wall with a breakfast that fills its new shape completely! I wo-manned the grill to make a pile of fluffy golden pancakes. These babies’ flour was cut with corn meal, and not my usual whole wheat flour, for a slightly grittier yet lighter texture. Definitely a great option when you run out of the all-purpose stuff. I also mashed a blackened banana in the batter before topping the finished product with those strawberry preserves and fresh yellow banana. I need to now weigh myself in.