Beyond Meat Vegan Steak Dinner for Your Stay-In Date Night

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Last night was my wonderful husband’s birthday. Before Bear and I started dating, he was a meat eater. His favorite food had been steak and potatoes. I could never stand steak and had been a vegan for 6 years when we first met. However, it being his birthday, I knew I needed to roll my culinary sleeves up and make him something special: a vegan steak.

After writing him the following birthday poem, “There is No I in the We of Marriage,” I was even more determined to satisfy his manly, American tastes and put my fusion food to the side this evening.

There is No I in the We of Marriage: Happy Birthday Bear
I hope this is a love letter.
There is no I in the we of marriage.
When both of us are out for our own needs, 
The marriage goes belly up, 
Because we are not acting as a we.
All married couples have to learn to be a we and not two Is functioning together. 
We just have to believe we can do it.
I love us,

Bear and I have been struggling with “we” language – he very explicitly told me this early on in our young marriage, but it flew over my head. I talk very frankly, and don’t pussyfoot around. I also love curse words. What I was hearing was, “clean up your language, young lady,” from my older husband. He was not meaning that at all.

I felt I made a breakthrough in the idea of “we” this week the second time when Bear asked me how I thought – and his vision of my mind was harrowing. Obviously I was seriously stepping out of line for him to be asking these questions of me. My standard answer was, “I’m going through a diagnosis and multiple medication changes. I’m not trying to take more than I can give and am trying to be very honest about what’s going on with me so we can both meet middle ground.” I did need to say that, but at the same time, I needed to try harder.

So, for his birthday, I needed to pull out all the stops to show him I cared, that I appreciated his loyalty in the battle with me. He’s been through a lot with me over the years. I decided I was going to veganize steak, of all things.

Vegan steak and mashed potatoes: one serving on a plate.

The Recipe

This Vegan Steak recipe is meant to serve 2, as it is intended for a stay-in date. It uses Beyond Meat and tastes very much like the real thing, or so I’ve been told. Having been a vegan for 8 years at this point I’ve forgotten what it tastes like. I also have to avoid even plant-based protein and eat it sparingly due to gout, and this is packed full of plant-based protein for those of you looking for it or are concerned with your protein intake.


  • Small to medium sized skillet
  • Oven mitts
  • Mixing bowl
  • Your hands or a metal balloon whisk
  • Spatula
  • Spoon



The steak patties molded with your hands or a spoon and spatula in a greased skillet.

Preheat Oven to 320 degrees.

Serves 2.

Make sure your Beyond Meat is thawed. In a mixing bowl, combine all ingredients with your hands or a whisk. Hands are easier to clean, but if you’re concerned about germs, use a metal balloon whisk or spoon. Spray a skillet with non-stick spray. Using your hands or a spatula and spoon, lump into two large, flat, even patties in the skillet, and once the oven is preheated, bake for 8 minutes.

The steaks cooking in the skillet in the oven.
The finished recipe: steak and mashed potatoes on a white ceramic plate with fork.

As pictured, this pairs great with mashed potatoes.

My husband loved this dish and urged me to take pictures. He wanted the world to know about what he called “vegan salisbury steaks.”

This is a perfect stay-in dinner date dish for my plant based friends – this is why I make huge patties, or steaks, that serve 2.

Graduate School Tubthumping – I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a Ph.D. in English. This past year part of that dream came true as I began my degree in Technical Communication in the department of English at my local university.

My degree program quickly became my happy part of my day, and consequently, my year. As my body deteriorated my brain was polished squeaky clean and I was learning. I earned As in my classes and for the first time in forever, I felt like I had something to show for myself.

I have always been a nerd and the bookish schoolgirl. Academia was the goal and I knew this was where I belonged, what I was meant to do.

However, my body was a medical mystery. Doctors became more perplexed as time went by over winter break and I was bed bound or horizontal couch bound most of the time after my honeymoon. Most of my writing on this blog was done on my smartphone because I can’t sit upright in a chair for more than 30 minutes.

Can you see where I’m going?

School started, and I had a 3 hour long debate and lecture class. Not to mention my incompletes I needed to make up, and a 3 hour long lecture class every morning, four days a week. I was in too much pain. I couldn’t work on anything. I would go to class and not say a word, giving me a zero in the class for that day despite doing all the reading.

Distressed, I forlornly considered withdrawing. It seemed like the world came up to swallow me. Before I did, I called my academic advisor who was sympathetic to the fact that I had a problem sitting upright. (I often excused myself and laid down somewhere for 30 minutes.) She guided me in how to take a medical leave of absence and that my incompletes could be turned to W’s with her help with a doctor’s note.

I am extremely thankful for her kindness and willingness to help me.

Through being open about my struggles, I was able to get help. And I’m down, but not out. As the wise Chumbawamba say, “I get knocked down, but I get up again.”