Well, I fell off the vegetarian wagon. Actually, I just climbed down. The first weekend of August, we went to camp with a bunch of good friends. Two of our friends got married at Camp Nakanawa more than 10 years ago, and several times since, they’ve rented out the camp for a weekend and invited everyone they know to join them. It was just as much fun as you might imagine — well, for me, anyway. I’m a camp person. A camp cultist, as Slate terms it. Though no one has named a school after me. Yet.
So anyway, while we were at Nakanawa, the camp staff was cooking our meals. Traditional, tasty camp fare. At the very first meal, I thought, what the hell. I’ll have some meat. So I did. And I’ve kept doing it.
I haven’t eaten a lot of meat in the past month, but definitely a bit. Recently, I’ve been thinking about some of my favorite meals my mom made when we were growing up. Of course, they all had meat in them, so i haven’t had most of these dishes in a while. Here’s what I made tonight. It doesn’t really have a name.
1 lb. ground beef [or turkey, or a mix]
1 egg
1/2 c. seasoned breadcrumbs
2 cloves minced garlic
1 T. Worchestershire sauce
1/2 medium onion, diced
Salt and pepper to taste
Mix all well with your hands. Shape into 5 or 6 patties. Cook til done in a large skillet.
1 can cream of celery soup
1 can milk [If soup is condensed. If not, try 1/2 can milk to start.]
Whisk together. Pour over patties and simmer for 10 minutes, until sauce thickens slightly. Serve with rice.