We are too apt to forget that temptation to sin will rarely present itself to us in its true colors, saying, “I am your deadly enemy, and I want to ruin you forever in hell.” Oh no! Sin comes to us like Judas, with a kiss; like Joab, with outstretched hand and flattering words. The forbidden fruit seemed good and desirable to Eve; yet it cast her out of Eden. Walking idly on his palace roof seemed harmless enough to David; yet it ended in adultery and murder. Sin rarely seems (like) sin at first beginnings. Let us then watch and pray, lest we fall into temptation.

J.C. Ryle

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Vegetables, Dairy	Vegetarian	Main dish, Pasta, Vegetarian, Mark’s	2	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1 1/2	tb	Olive oil
2		Garlic cloves, minced
3/4	c	Plain soy milk
2	ts	All-purpose flour
3	tb	Nutritional yeast
1	pn	Nutmeg
3	c	Fettuccine noodles, cooked

INSTRUCTIONS

Heat oil over medium heat in a large skillet & lightly saute the garlic
until it is fragrant.  Stir in the flour & continue to stir for 1 minute.
Slowly pour in the milk & continue to stir until the sauce is smooth.
Continue to stir until the sauce begins to thicken. Turn of the heat & stir
in the nutritional yeast. Sprinkle with nutmeg & serve over cooked noodles.
Serve immediately.
Recipe by Mark Satterly
Posted to MM-Recipes Digest V4 #257 by "Deborah Kühnen"
<DEBKUHNEN@classic.msn.com> on Sep 27, 97

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“In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma–but never let him be the period.”

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