Gluten-Free Shepherd's Pie Two Ways (one vegan)
Day 18 for us- sheltering in place, socially distancing, yours truly quarantined in the bedroom for an added safety zone week post symptoms of a nasty weird virus to be named later.
A cold rain is rolling through, interrupting a whisper of mist with sudden bursts of stinging wet drops. The skies are wooly gray, gloomy and low. It's the kind of day that calls for comfort in the form of food. Something baked in a crock. Something piping hot and old fashioned. Something with mashed potatoes...
A savory pie, I said out loud, standing at the window watching blackbirds argue under the ornamental olive trees, listening to the staccato of rain drumming the rooftop.
Don't tease me, said my husband from his safe corner study, looking up, I imagine, from his latest screenplay effort.
I wouldn't joke about a thing like pie, I assured him. Seriously. I'm thinking a shepherd's pie, I said. More to myself than him. But not the usual shepherd's pie. No lamb. No beef. No onion.
No peas, I murmured.
Please, he said. No peas. (His hearing is excellent.)
You know, that could get you into trouble, I yell. Your pea prejudice. The foodie police will be at our door before you know it. Demanding equal time for peas. And I'm already in enough trouble with their ilk.
Their ilk? he asked.
Yes, I said solemnly. My shepherd's pie is going to have tofu. And in some circles, that could bring out the pitchforks.
Seriously, he echoed. Hey. Honey?
I cocked one ear toward his side of the house.
No offense, but. Can I have a chicken pie? Nothing against bean curd, but.
Yeah, I know, I assured him. I know tofu doesn't float your boat.
I may have a legume issue, he stated.
I love you anyway, I yelled.
For better or for worse.
Legumes or no legumes.
Stay safe- stay home.