I had some running around to do today, and by the time I was finished, I was hungry. I had one of those conversations with myself, contemplating the relative merits of stopping at any of the bazillion fast food places I pass on the way home to grab, oh, some french fries and a salad, or some other horrible excuse for a meal. I decided I should make the fries at home, to try out my new mandolin slicer—and then I realized I had a turnip, and oh, I wanted to try tofu baked with a Liquid Smokey sauce. I ended up here for dinner:

Oven roasted turnips and baconish tofu on chopped spinach. Because everything tastes better on a bed of raw spinach.

I’m working on my food porn photography…