When I was about 11 or 12 years old I had a "hippy" friend, Nancy, who lived down the street. She was then what I've partially become now. I'd like to think that if I saw her now she would be proud of me for not having "mainstream" lifestyle (okay, I'll admit it from the start that I drive a Prius, cloth diaper, use reusable bags, and I try to shop local and organic as much as I can). I remember her cutting up tempeh as I would stand and watch. I always thought the stuff looked like funny little stepping stones. Here I am *cough16cough* years later and I find myself with a thing of 5 vegetable tempeh sitting on my cutting board.
I really just tossed in veggies that were nearing the end of their life (and a whole onion, because clearly I have some sick desire to smell like Shrek as of late). I only ever use olive oil in my stir fry, and we use basmati rice as David has become addicted to it thanks to his obsession with Indian cuisine. This on the fly meal was the result of David's prior mentioned comment about my obsession with soup lately. His verdict is still out on tempeh. I liked it, and so did our tofu loving 2 year old. My 4 year old, she snubbed it as per usual. I think 5 veggie tempeh will be back in more than just stir fry even if it's only consumed by me and the baby. ;)
