All the fun things you can do with maple tempeh bacon, from bao to French toast
There are several recurring themes on this blog: I love cake, I can't cook as much as I'd like because I'm studying, and I'm really not sure about tempeh.
Well, big news: I may have finally been convinced that tempeh is some cruel trick that people play on vegans, and may actually be really tasty. Perfect timing for today's 'Was there a food you used to hate, and now don’t?' theme. Until this point, I thought it tasted like someone had rubbed non-descript protein around in dust and then tried to sell it to gullible plant eaters in some vegan emperor's new clothes scam. What convinced me? Tofurky's smoky maple tempeh bacon.
After finding it discounted at a couple of places, and being a bit fan of maple and bacony flavours, I thought I'd give it a go. I snapped up a couple of boxes and set to work.
I thought I'd try it out with that most conventional of bacon-using recipes, BLT. I got some crusty white bread -- I like the type of bread that gives your jaws a solid workout -- some tomatoes, some lettuce, some Veganaise, and got involved with some hot sarnie action.
My next maple tempeh experiment involves a Linda McCartney vegan quarterpounder, one of the best vegan readymade burgers you can find at the moment, I reckon. I thought I'd tart it up a bit with some Mexican flavours - poblano peppers, vegan sour cream, and maple bacon tempeh. Seriously, poblano peppers are as close to vegetable heaven as I could imagine that day -- spicy and filled with grassy flavour.
I added some hot sauce to the tempeh while it was cooking for some extra heat. That's another bonus about the Tofurky maple bacon tempeh -- its original flavour is just grand, but it's got the potential to soak up extra flavour too.
My next tempeh dish was, I think, my favourite because it so unexpectedly good. It involved Follow Your Heat vegan eggs; my experiments with them had mainly turned out rancid results, so I'm not sure why I decided to make some French toast with them apart from some weird desire for self-punishment.
Well, if self-punishment I was after, I did not succeed. (Is failing to self-punish a convoluted form of self-punishment? Academics must be writing papers about this somewhere, surely.) This was the breakfast of champions. It turns out that when combined with that really chewy bread, Follow Your Heart's vegan eggs undergo some magical alchemical transformation and become amazing. Roughly as amazing as the laughter of a child, the invention of space travel, and zombie movies. Yes, actually that amazing.