On Sunday, we were all busy with various projects in the yard and shop. At some point I glanced at the clock and realised no one had thought about dinner, and it was getting late.
In the fridge was a small quantity of baked pumpkin—not enough to pair with the pie crust in the fridge for a galette, which would have been easy and quick.
Then I noticed a package of tofu in the back of the fridge.
And a wedge of blue cheese.
Before long, I had concocted pumpkin tofu burgers with blue cheese melted on top. Oh my! They were delicious!
Tragically, I have no idea what I put in them. I didn’t measure, didn’t write anything down.
Aside from the pumpkin and tofu, I remember a shallot, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, ground coriander, paprika, salt, soy sauce, black pepper, cumin, bread crumbs, egg…but how much of each?
Nope. I couldn’t recreate these things. I might have been more careful had I known they would turn out so well. But I was rushing, using whatever I could find in the fridge and cupboard, going by the seat of my pants.
I didn’t even take a photo of them.
I suppose I’ll just have to make them again, more carefully. Mmm! I like that idea.