Make No Bones About It We're Vegan
I thought you would be manna from the Gods. A beautiful plate to behold. A substance to write songs about. A triumphant addition to my vegan universe. I dreamed of dousing you with garlic and lemon and gently tossing you with fresh pasta. I fantasized about vegan tartar sauce, and marinara, and a chopped salad on a kaiser roll with basil and fresh tomato.
But you suck! You were just a fake prawn in the game of life. You looked too much like the real thing. You freaked me out. I could not enjoy our life together. It was not be.
Don't worry I didn't go without dinner. I picked these gargantuan vegan bottom feeders out of the pasta because the sauce was really quite good. Here's a pic with them still hanging out and steaming in the dish.
It was a simple sauce of broccoli, garlic, lemon, vine ripened tomatoes, some olive oil and sea salt.
So vegan reader, tell me...would you be able to partake of these veiny pinky prawns?
