Tempting

One of the first products I really learned to cook after I went veg was tempeh. Tonight, I found a recipe from www.vegweb.com, a Pomegranate-Balsamic Tempeh. You marinate in soy sauce and balsamic vinegar, grill the tempeh, then make a sauce of pomegranate molasses and balsamic vinegar and drizzle over the tempeh sticks. Much to my consternation, I ran out of balsamic, so I adjusted the recipe a bit with extra tamari sauce and pomegranate molasses. It was delightfully tart and chewy. I also broke in my grill pan that I bought a few months ago with a gift cert I got for my birthday (thanks, Mom).

I cooked the veggies a week or so ago to go with some peanut tofu chunks (that I did not blog about when I made them) and I threw in my favorite accompaniment, a baked potato with Earth Balance margarine. I have a couple of garnet yams that are begging to be made into what I call sweet potato fries because it sounds better than yam fries.

And now a message for spammers of the world. I notice in my Outlook inbox at work a lot of spam, typically offering me Viagra and the like, often with extra characters thrown in so it looks something like "Vlkagra." Some of you send me what looks like stock or investment tips. Or I get stuff that guarantees I will please my wife. I must insist you stop. Number one, I am NOT going to buy drugs -- or anything else, for that matter -- based on an e-mail from a stranger, especially if you can't spell it right or format it right. Number two, women do use the Internet and e-mail and probably don't need Viagra or devices or drugs to help them enlarge a body part they don't have or increase the volume of a fluid their bodies don't produce. I'm not sure any woman cares how much a guy produces; I sure don't. And since I am a heterosexual female, I clearly DON'T have a wife. I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed that there aren't products promising women better bodies, the ability to really please their men or whatever.

Find another job, dear spammers, and keep your garbage out of my inbox. Please. Because every time I see an e-mail from you, it goes straight into the spam folder at the office. I just wish I could send something back to you telling you to get a damn life, but I don't want to take the risk.