Fried Green Tomatoes, Eat More Plants

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fried green tomatoes

For some odd reason yesterday I woke up thinking about fried green tomatoes – the food not the movie.

While strolling though the Heirloom Farmers Markets, I found green tomatoes among other things – red tomatoes, long purple (green) beans, roasted tomatoes/tomatillos, lemon cucumbers, and a refreshing glass of cold brewed coffee.

At home I decided to make a plant-based dinner and thought if I was going to create some magic for my mouth and dirty a whole bunch of pots and pans, I may as well invite a friend.

Also I thought I would pretend like I was on that Food Network TV show, “Chopped” (but in slow motion) and use the existing ingredients in my house vs. making a list and going grocery shopping.

First I cut up the remainder of an English cucumber and two lemon cucumbers and doused with brown rice wine vinegar.

Then I cooked white rice in low sodium vegetable broth and added frozen peas. That was easy.

I pureed the roasted tomatoes/tomatillos which had a slightly bitter taste, adding two teaspoons of sugar. I had no idea how this would come in handy.

The fried green tomatoes were a bit of a challenge because I had no idea how the breading would attach to the tomato. I had no eggs and no almond milk. So I sliced the tomatoes and soaked them in leftover beer (yeah, leftover beer, imagine that). I found a canister of panko bread crumbs in my pantry and added sesame seeds, a super generous dose of smoky paprika and steak grilling seasoning salt. Oops, the smoky paprika turned out to be cayenne pepper…that was a tad frightening. Maybe nobody will notice.

Then I burned my finger. #@&*! Where’s a finger condom when I need it?

The somewhat battered green tomatoes went into the fry pan. And just for the hell of it, I threw in the last of Trader Joe’s scallion pancake (pa jeon). Everything sizzled nicely including my raging blistering finger.

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Ella, the brindle girl, is adoptable

Loren brought a delicious chilled fruit salad for dessert and her foster greyhound Ella who seemed to be more blood hound than greyhound.

Amazingly, the meal all came together. I was not on the chopping block and neither were any of my digits.

Should I get another craving for fried green tomatoes this century, here’s a better recipe for how to make it

Eat more plants.

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