“Yeah, but veganising a Romani recipe means it’s not really Romani anymore, because the whole point of Gypsy cooking is that you use just the stuff you find around you,” I protested to Caitlin the last time she came to stay.
She gave me that long-suffering look that means ‘You’re an idiot sometimes, but I love you anyway’, and pointed out that pretty much all recipes aren’t exactly the way they started out. And also that I wouldn’t be foraging these things from the hedges in any case, so it didn’t really make sense to put restrictions on what I could use.
I used to run a food blog called “Oh No I’ve Run Out Of…” because I’m always running out of ingredients and having to substitute other things instead. I have my own Rules of Kitchen Substitution, which I might detail in a future post.
But for now, this post is about the day I wanted to have scrambled tofu on toast for breakfast, but the supermarket wouldn’t open for another couple of hours (I know, I know, I get up too early) and I didn’t have any yeast.
So, it’s a kind of soda bread, I guess. Or something. Anyway, it turned out well so I thought I’d share it.