grilled portobello

anonymous asked:

Could you do a vegan/soy-free round up?

Here is a vegan soy free savory breakfast round up, vegan gluten free and soy free burger round up and vegan watermelon beverage round up. Here are some soy free tips. Below are other soy free recipes I’ve posted in the past. Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

hey buddy could you do a toast/sandwitch roundup? no burgers or big stuff, sorta the kind of thing for a snack!

I’m not exactly sure what you’re looking for so I’m just going to go ahead and give you recipes to all of the sandwich/wrap/burger recipes I’ve posted before because then it’ll be helpful for others in the future. Let me know if there’s something in particular you’d like posted. Enjoy!

round ups:

breakfast sandwiches:

grilled cheese sandwiches:

other savory sandwiches:


burgers/hot dogs:

dessert sandwiches:


Ace Attorney dishes pt.1! 

Update: Pt. 2 here!

Will do more if I have the time. I read a lot of cookbooks as a kid. 

 Maya’s Medium Burger: Two soy glazed beef patties topped with pickled ginger, cucumber, purple cabbage, and a grilled portobello mushroom on a brioche bun. Served with thick cut fries and a daikon, carrot, cabbage, and yuzu slaw. 

 Miles’ Truth Spaghetti: Garlic tossed squid ink or buckwheat linguini twisted around a lightly poached tomato filled with seafood cream sauce. Accompanied by garlic butter bread. 

 Athena’s Widget Cake: Peach, strawberry, kiwi, and blueberry sandwiched between blackberry jelly, lemon mousse, sponge cake, and biscuit. Topped with whipped cream and a chocolate garnish.

kletsk  asked:

Hi! I really love all your round up posts. I was wondering if you've done any round ups that are soy free and gluten free? I had to change my diet recently for those restrictions and it has been a struggle. Thanks :)

The only round up I’ve posted that is gluten and soy free is the vegan gluten free and soy free burger round up. Below are a whole bunch of gluten and soy free recipes (some with gluten/soy free options) that I’ve posted in the past. Also, if you’re interested, check out Vegan Guide for Gluten-Free & Soy-Free Diet, How to Eat Soy-Free, Gluten-Free and Vegan by One Green Planet and Gluten Free, Soy Free, Vegan. I hope this helps some!







Grilled Vegetable Moussaka with Almond Pesto Noodles

Here are a couple shots from our harvest yesterday, and the dish I made with them. We grew most everything in the first 2 photos except the portobello mushroom. Grilled Moussaka is a delicious and easy summer vegetable casserole. You can make this vegan by eliminating the cheese. Here’s how to make this:

Heat oven to 350. Make or buy your favorite tomato sauce. For home made: In a little olive oil, sauté 1 chopped onion, 2 chopped garlic cloves, 1 chopped carrot, and 1 stalk of celery until fragrant and soft, season with s & p. Add peeled and chopped garden tomatoes, or 1 large can whole peeled tomatoes, blended. Season with salt and pepper, fresh grated nutmeg, a sprinkle of cinnamon, a little paprika, and a dash of celery salt. Add about 1 to 2 tblsp each fresh basil and parsley leaves chopped. Simmer until sweet.

Meanwhile: Slice each of these vegetables about ¼ inch thick; 1 or 2 small eggplants, zucchini, portobello mushroom, red peppers, a couple potatoes, and 1 sweet onion. Marinate the vegetable slices in olive oil, lemon juice, crushed garlic and salt & pepper. Grill the veggies. Layer the grilled vegetables in a casserole dish with tomato sauce, parmesan and feta cheese and a little white wine. Bake for 35 to 45 minutes until bubbly and cooked through. Serve with salad or pasta, bread or rice. We served our with almond pesto noodles:

Boil water for the noodles. Cook pasta according to package directions. Rub a large bowl with a smashed garlic clove. Toss the cooked noodles with ¼ cup ground almond meal, chopped fresh basil, a drizzle of olive oil, salt and pepper.


"Who dried your tears? "

*Another request from the prompts. #71 Luke. Wrote on mobile. Hope it’s okay

You were the last person he expected to see. Tipsy, sweaty, and fresh from a party backstage, Luke stood dumbfounded at the front of the bus, staring all the way down to you with an unhinged jaw and expressionless eyes. You were tucked tightly under Calum’s arm, but he was looking at you like the New Zealand bassist had you in a chokehold with a gun to your head. Luke hadn’t seen you in several months so he squinted his eyes tight together and opened them up on you again. You weren’t a ghost. In your red sweater and dark wash jeans, you were there and you were smiling and Calum was breathing in your perfume with his head on top of yours playfully. This was a nightmare for Luke. He had been on a high and now, one look at you, and he was empty.

“So…are you two back together…?” Very casually, trying to behave me as if he didn’t actually care, Luke asked after a few minutes of hanging around the kitchen area of the bus. He had been standing right in front of you, Calum, and two roadies. He was half listening to the conversation about great bassists in the world while fiddling with drying cutlery and cereal boxes.

The conversation stopped completely at Luke’s question, your eyes shifting into Calum’s awkward stare before you both chuckled softly between each other.

“Yes?” You bent your brows down and asked Calum with a crooked smile before he nodded his head from shoulder to shoulder.

“Yeah, we haven’t like had that talk, but we’re working on it.” He told Luke, giving his best mate a look with wide eyes that suggested he felt awkward being asked that publicly.

“Oh, great. How great.” Luke swallowed hard around the disappointment he felt. It sounded like a rock was stuck in his throat and finally made the plunge to his gut. He turned around to face the counter again, a roadie restarting the conversation  behind him as he nabbed a can of Coors from the mini fridge and then stalked straight into the back room to sit alone, drink, and catch up on Jessica Jones. It was television fluff, but he was still really into it. All he really wanted was to erase how angry he felt suddenly, back in your usual spot right next to Calum.

“I’ll be right back.” Stealing Calum’s attention away from his friend long enough to earn a small kiss from your new old boyfriend. “I just want to catch up with Luke.” As soon as Calum gave you a small wink, as he often did in order to silently talk to you in a crowded room, you pushed yourself off the cushioned bench and headed straight to the back room.

Luke pretended not to see you, refusing to acknowledge you by keeping his focus on the mounted flat screen above. Even when you closed the door behind you, loudly, he didn’t so much as glance in your general direction.

“You killed it tonight. I’ll never be tired of seeing you perform 18, not even when you’re one hundred.” Playfully, you leaned against your hands folded behind your back and pressed them into the closed black door. 

Slowly, with two daggers lodged in his piercing blue pupils, Luke slid his eyes over to you and just sat there staring. He didn’t so much as lift the corners of his dry lips at you to fake enthusiasm or joy.

“I worried you might not be happy about this. ” Sheepishly, you admitted to him. As fast as you could, you moved your face to the toes of your satin flats, a cute purchase you bought for yourself as soon as you and Calum first broke up a month prior.

Finally, after taking a long cold sip of beer, Luke parted his mouth to speak to you, “And why is that?” He sounded even more unamused than he looked, slouched down on the comfy couch like a deflated blow up doll.

“Because you were pretty present throughout the breakup, I know we put you in an uncomfortable position…”

“Nah, it wasn’t that bad. Listening to your two best friends hurl insults at each other and watching them both sink into separate depressions over one another is really great for songwriting.” He snarled with his words cutting at you quickly. You weren’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not. “Whatever, it’ll make it easier next time around. I’ve had practice.” He shrugged.

It seemed evident to you that Luke had no use for you at the moment. Turning around to leave the room and rejoin your boyfriend, you emptied your lungs loudly and just hoped that eventually Luke would come around and return as the good friend he had been before.

“When did this even happen? I texted you on Monday and you didn’t even mention coming out. Calum said you guys weren’t talking anymore.” Sitting up, Luke sounded human again and not like an annoyed teenage robot.

“I don’t know.” Spinning around, you rushed at the chance to join him on the couch, folding one leg up and instantly making yourself comfortable. “Obviously I’ve missed him and the space was good for us to regroup…we just both want to give it another go.” It was far easier said than done to simply walk away from a person you were committed to for a whole year, putting your own travel and work plans on hold to support Calum.

“And all the shit that caused you guys to break up in the first place?” Grilling you like a portobello mushroom, Luke almost grunted out his question.

“We have some work to do, we know that.”

“Am I just supposed to forget the nights of Calum stomping around and calling you a ‘bitch’ and all the nights on the phone with you freaking out that he might be cheating? I’m glad you two are crazy in love, but you always get me involved. I’ve got to listen to the fights, I have to play both sides, and I have to stop drunk Calum from throwing all your stuff onto the highway. Who dried your tears? It was like every sound check for a week that Cal was late and I had to sit backstage and rub your back while you fell apart. That’s not fun! Seeing you both hurting each other and being hurt is fucking awful, [Y/N].” Deeply, Luke exhaled at the end, releasing his anger in a wordy ramble and not stopping for a second,  not even when you sucked in your cheeks out of defense. “It’s the fucking worst.”

“I can’t speak for Calum, but I’m really sorry that we put you through that. We shouldn’t have involved you in our mess. It’ll be different this time.”

“Doubt it.” He scoffed and took another sip from his beer, turning away from you and going back to his show where Jessica Jones was in the middle of a drunk spiral.

“Well, I look forward to proving you wrong.” Trying not to show how let down you felt by his reaction, you faked a toothy grin and retorted.

Sluggishly, you stood up off the couch and waited in place, giving Luke one more moment to talk to you without freaking out before heading to the door again.

“I really am sorry, Luke.” Whispering over your shoulder, you knew he was listening even if he wouldn’t give you a side eye.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons on what the Queen family did for Father's Day?

For Father’s Day 2043, I suspect the Queen family barbecued out on the back porch.

As lackingstealth wrote in a headcanon I absolutely adore:

But you’ve also got Jon “let’s set it on fire” Queen, who loves grilling more for the aesthetic than anything else.  When he was a kid, he was all over the motions of lighting the coals in a chimney, but now he likes standing over a grill with a beer in his hand like every sausage commercial ever.  He doesn’t really care what it is, stake or burgers or chicken (or even vegetables), but Digg always (good-naturedly) bemoans the lack of baby back ribs at those annual Queen Family barbecues.  (Felicity always good-naturedly argues that once you drench something in barbecue sauce, it tastes like barbecue sauce, so really he’s not missing out on much.)  But anyway Jon likes grilling, just not in the way at those guys who really like grilling do.

That’s Terry.

Terry’s all about grills, the specs, the techniques, the fancy gadget (the smokers, the pizza ovens, the Big Green Eggs).  The thing is, the Queens have this ridiculous Kalamazoo hybrid grill that is ten times more expensive than any fancy grill Terry would dream about buying himself, and Jon is just like, yeah man it’s just the grill.  (Terry does not cry about how much Jon doesn’t appreciate the masterpiece of grilling technology sitting on his back patio, but he does want to punch the unappreciative SoB, just a little.)  So whenever Terry’s around in the summer (since his night life tends to see him missing the annual barbecues, even though he’s always invited), Oliver will pull out some nice cuts of beef and set the boys free.  Jon and Abby have a lot of fun goading Terry into doing all the work while they watch, and he’s caught on to their schemes but he can’t bring himself to care.  Plus, when everybody’s done with the meal, sitting around the patio table all relaxed and happy and full, Terry always gets a hearty chorus of ‘thank-yous’, and he’s not gonna lie, that’s pretty nice.

Jon drenched the first batch of chicken thighs in hot sauce, and Felicity relieved him of grill duty on the grounds that, “You’re supposed to be making food, not napalm.”

He ate them all himself, which may have been the plan to begin with.

Terry the Grillmaster was more than happy to take over, and among all the steaks and burgers and summer veggies, he made sure to grill some big portobellos for Abby, who was going through a vegetarian phase.

Thea tended bar under a white canvas umbrella, and Abby and Tish sat across the bar from her in their pretty sundresses, sipping the Pimm’s cups she made them and asking a million questions about her most recent Broadway star client.

Cool and comfortable in pale green linen and big sunglasses, Felicity actually fell asleep under an umbrella with a glass of sangria next to her. Jon woke her up in time for steaks hot off the grill, which was very considerate, but he did it by dipping his fingers in ice water and flicking them at her, which was less so.

The man of the hour was happy to relax in a deck chair, lazily throwing sticks for Percy. Then he watched, warm under the sun and content with the sweating mint julep in his hand, as Jon slipped quietly into the house, came out armed with a super soaker, and aimed it squarely at Terry.

Oliver laughed pretty hard at Terry’s indignant yelping and cursing, and then some more at Abby and Tish’s shrieking and giggling when it was their turn.

He was considerably less amused when Jon turned the damn thing on him.

So he upended the cooler full of half-melted ice over the little shit’s head. 

By that time, the girls had pulled out the garden hose, Felicity had turned on the sprinklers, Percy didn’t even know who to bark at anymore, and it was pretty much a free-for-all.

“So,” Abby said a couple hours later, taking a seat on the arm of Oliver’s arm chair in the living room. She was in fresh, dry clothes, but her hair was still dripping. “Good Dad Day?”

“It smells like wet dog,” Felicity grumbled, glaring at Percy laid out panting on a towel. “Perhaps because of the wet dog.”

“And if it were Mom Day, I would be very apologetic and concerned,” Abby said virtuously. “But it’s Dad Day.” She turned back to Oliver. “So, what did you think?”

Nose faintly sunburnt, a wet patch on his shoulder where Abby’s hair was dripping on him, Oliver just leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and grinned.

Grill Portobellos, onions, and red peppers with lettuce, tomatoes, feta, and pickles (because I love them).
Honestly, this never gets old. Plus, if you’ve got Celiac… there’s nothing here that can hurt you.
I got a bit carried away. That’s like 2 meals for me on that plate, but it’s so good. There’s no way I can kill that, but I tried.


Grilled Portobello Sandwich

Prep Time: 20 min.

Makes: 1 serving

What You Need

1 portobello mushroom, gills removed

1/2 red pepper

1/4 cup marinated artichoke hearts, drained with 1 Tbsp. marinade reserved, divided

2 slices  Italian bread, ½ inch thick

1 Tbsp. MIRACLE WHIP Dressing

2 tsp. pesto

1 KRAFT Provolone Cheese Slice

Make It

HEAT grill to medium heat.

BRUSH mushroom and pepper with reserved artichoke marinade. Grill 5 min. on each side, brushing with any remaining marinade for the last few minutes.

MEANWHILE, grill bread 1 to 2 min. on each side or until lightly toasted on both sides.

SLICE mushroom and pepper. Spread 1 toast slice with dressing; spread remaining toast slice with pesto. Fill toast slices with grilled vegetables, cheese and artichokes to make sandwich.


Substitute KRAFT Zesty Italian Dressing for the reserved artichoke marinade.


Vegetables can be grilled ahead of time; cool, then refrigerate up to 24 hours. Reheat in microwave before using as directed.