Sometimes I don’t want to eat my vegetables, dag-nabbit. Salad words like “fresh” and “crunchy” lose their luster. Nor do I want to put in the shop-and-chop work for soup, stew, or curry. Even though it makes me feel both like a nugget-lovin’ toddler and her harried parent, sometimes I just want bread and cheese!
Today all I had was leftover green beans and snow peas. Sauteed with onion, lemon, mint, and garlic, they’d been fine last night, but I didn’t feel like eating them again. My ideas seemed so dull. Pair with brown rice? Wrap in a stale tortilla? Give up and eat my housemate’s leftover homemade mac and cheese with smoked gouda and sharp cheddar? (I wish.)
I finally got hungry enough to decide on a plan. Blitzed the beans (about 2 cups) in my food processor with enough water to form a chunky puree. Then, I mixed in a cup of whole wheat flour, a dash of fish sauce, an egg, and a teaspoon of baking powder.
Plopped the batter in a hot skillet and voila! I’m a lean mean green bean pancake machine!
Yes, I ate these in bed. Yes, they matched my sheets.
Result: Pretty tasty! Indian chutney, the spicy red kind with onions (sadly I don’t know its name, but it seems to frequently accompany pappadums), would have made them truly delicious. More importantly, I was eating green beans that felt like warm, squidgy pancakes. The puree yielded ~12 pancakes, so I have more for later.
Do you ever force your vegetables to go undercover?