ook up, there's the moon up in the sky.
It's big and round and I have found
it looks just like a lemon pie
I'm hoping I got those lyrics right, from Laurie Berkner. She's another one of these kiddie folk singers, very hot right now with the four-feet-and-under crowd. The hubby plans to review her latest CD, but I'm more interested in the pie, thank you.
Y'see, with all this lactose intolerance in our family, it's impossible to fill our pie holes with, well, pie. There's butter and cream and other cow-byproducts. My husband had pretty much given up on the idea of ever eating another dessert that didn't taste like it came out of one of the cow's other orifices.
But of course, he underestimated me. A friend gave me lemons off her tree, and I didn't make lemonade. Instead, I made lemon custard pie ... with tofu! Yes, tofu!
Oh, stop it. It's good. Really. I used pudding mix from the tofu maker and fresh-squeezed lemon juice.
I'm so proud of myself. That, and I discovered the next best thing since Jell-o. Seriously. You use this stuff called agar agar (you buy it in the Japanese section of Whole Foods or from an Asian grocer) that comes from seaweed and you boil it in fruit juice until it dissolves and pour it into custard cups and voila! Vegan Jell-o!
I'm such a domestic goddess.
Only I made up a new recipe, using coconut milk, lime juice, sugar and chopped pistachios, and agar agar. Ooooh ... a coconut lime mould! Yes!
Maybe I should open a cafe. Yes, maybe a vegan cafe, someplace you can go for non-dairy desserts and herbal teas and, oh, I'm just getting orgasmic thinking of the possibilities!
There could be a whole line of wheat-free cakes for celiacs or nut-free candies or, or, or ...
We could all just go to Whole Foods.
Never mind. I'm going downstairs for a slice. See ya.