The head chef at the co-op went all out to create an upscale vegan dinner for us: Himalayan red rice, with a squash and coconut milk stew to ladle over; red peppers stuffed with walnuts, corn, and I think a soy product; and a spinach salad with roasted tomatoes, portobello mushrooms and a basil balsamic vinaigrette.
The stew was nicely spicy, and coconut-ty, like Thai curry; the salad was just fine, but the peppers were the tastiest – I didn’t even take one on the first pass through the food line, but then went back for a half, and another half.
Now the main problem is that I saw Peter Gabriel on Letterman one night last week, and he did (a pretty impressive version of, a full orchestra and like 27 people on stage) his song Red Rain, and on the mention of red rice the song starts going through my head. Good thing I like it OK.
Red rice in a bag on the counter
