Is the kind of food that you don’t make for yourself because it seems better left to ballparks and street vendors.
It’s also the kind of food that I used to looooove. Back in the day, I adored grilled onions. Sautee them to a mushy mess and serve ‘em to me in a bowl and I’ll consider it a meal. But thanks to my IBS, I’ve learned that it’s one of the FODMAPs that causes me noticeable symptoms. And combined with pregnancy, I’m a hopskipandastep away from death by heartburn.
But Kyle’s a fan. So last month, when we were trying to use everything up before going away for the holidays, I made this for him.
These buns were buried deep in the depths of the freezer…my guess is they were the lone survivors from a 4th of July BBQ.
The cheese was the only thing remotely close to protein I could find (although in hindsight, I could have probably created some sort of TVP ground meat type thing).
This is the ultimate something out of nothing meal.
And I’m 99% sure Kyle thought I had planned it out in advance. He’s easy to please, thank goodness.
I had quinoa with (the other) red bell pepper, carrots, Bragg’s and nutritional yeast. Not exactly the most gourmet dinner, but like I said, we were heading out of town the next day. I was trying desperately to be frugal and use what we had rather than resort to the WF hot bar.