You've been a bad, bad boy/girl! (Or, more food porn)

You just can't get enough of the food porn, can you? Has it occurred to you this might be unhealthy? Or unnatural? You know, we could talk about this.

But it would be much more fun to just feed the addiction, wouldn't it? We can always quit tomorrow, right? Whatever: that's between you and your therapist. Personally, I can quit any time I want. It just takes the edge off, okay?

I just like the way it makes me feel. Especially after a long day.

NO, I DO NOT NEED TO BE PROFILED ON INTERVENTION.

BACK OFF.

Uhhhh, please pay no attention to all that. I've shoved my inner demons back under the stairs, and put a more stout lock on. Anyway, the other night a friend and I were going to go out to dinner. But I was coming down with a slight cold, and so didn't much feel like riding to Little Five Points, where we'd planned to go to Java Vino, a coffeehouse/cafe/wine bar I love. So we played the "what do I have in the fridge" game, and came up with a favorite fallback dinner of J and mine, fried veggies with tofu over pasta, and my friend N decided to test-run the shredded fried brussels sprout recipe he was planning on making the next night for a dinner party.

Prepping one of each: a yellow pepper, a carrot, a zucchini, a red onion, and a bunch of green onions.

Knocking out some flash fried tofu.

N's brussels sprouts. He started out trying to grate them, but on my recommendation switched to thin slicing instead.

ONIONS! WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO! (You KNOW who you are. And you KNOW you are a closeted onion lover. Look, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'll help. I have decades of experience.)

Much less attractive than the onions, here is some organic whole wheat penne boiling.

The fried zucchini getting it on with the tofu and peppers.

Gently frying the green onions and carrots.

Tragically, no images of the plated product were taken: we were too damn hungry, and dove in, washing it down with Rhum Barbancourt, which J brought back from Haiti. Yeah: she loves me.