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20 Simple Vegetarian Dinners -- The Week I Needed the Grill to Do the Work

Tuesday Sean had the worst headache yet. It started at 3 AM. He was up with the bathroom light on when I found him at 4. He was vomiting. He said "it's just a migraine." I said "we are going to the ED." He resisted for four seconds and then stopped, which is how I knew it was bad. I drove him. The ED at Carney was quiet at 4 AM. He was seen within an hour. They did a CT. The CT was clean. They did bloodwork. Bloodwork unremarkable. They discharged him at 9 AM with a diagnosis of "migraine, possibly new onset" and a referral to neurology for a workup and prescriptions for sumatriptan and a preventive. I took him home. He slept until 2 PM. He ate toast. He went to school Wednesday. He was fine.

The CT was clean. I am telling myself that. A CT is not an MRI. A CT would miss things. But a CT did its job, which is to rule out acute bleed or mass of significant size, and it was clean. The neurology referral is in three weeks, which is the fastest I could get him in. I asked for an MRI to be ordered in advance. The triage nurse said it would depend on the neurologist's decision. I am going to push. I am a nurse practitioner in training and I am also a wife who has known this man for seven years and has never seen him vomit from a headache. I will push.

I am not writing a panic diary. I am writing what happened. I want to be honest on the page because I have to stay honest inside my own head about what this is and what this is not. I do not know what this is. The scan was clean. The clean scan is the fact I am holding onto. I am holding onto it firmly.

Liam got a balance bike Saturday morning. Sean's mother had bought it for his birthday and we had held it back for better weather. Sean took him out in the yard. He fell eleven times. He got up eleven times. By the end of the hour he was balancing for short glides down the slope of the driveway. He was giddy. He was scraped up. He requested ice cream for being brave. He got ice cream.

Tomatoes went in the garden Friday evening. Four plants — two Early Girls, one Sungold, one Cherokee Purple from a farm market. I staked them. I watered them. I set up the tomato cages. I will fertilize weekly with the good fish emulsion. I am going to do this right. I am going to have tomatoes by August.

Nora at twenty-seven months: running the house. Not metaphorically. She has memorized the rhythm. She knows when dinner is. She knows which cabinet has the crackers. She knows I do not want her to open the oven, and she has stopped trying. She is forming the idea of a rule as a thing you can agree to without resenting it. This is advanced for her age. Maureen says she gets it from me. Sean says she gets it from Colleen. I say she is her own person.

I grilled vegetables Friday. The big platter — zucchini, peppers, red onions, eggplant, asparagus, all of it oiled and salted, a hot grill, quick turn. A simple dressing of lemon and olive oil and basil. Plus bread. Plus a poached egg on top of each plate because we had the farm eggs. A full meal. Sean ate two servings. I noted his appetite. Good sign.

That Friday evening when I oiled up the zucchini and peppers and eggplant and ran everything over a hot grill, I wasn’t following a recipe—I was just moving, doing something with my hands that felt productive and grounding when most of the week had felt completely out of my control. Grilled vegetables are like that: they reward attention without demanding precision. If you’re in a season where dinner needs to be something you can actually finish, the ideas below are the ones I come back to again and again—fast, mostly plants, enough to feel like a real meal.

20 Simple Vegetarian Dinners

Prep Time: 10–15 min | Cook Time: 10–20 min | Total Time: 25–35 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 medium zucchini, sliced lengthwise into 1/4-inch planks
  • 1 large eggplant, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
  • 2 bell peppers (any color), quartered and seeded
  • 1 red onion, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
  • 1 bunch asparagus, woody ends trimmed
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for dressing
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • 1/4 cup fresh basil, torn
  • 4 eggs (optional, for topping)
  • Crusty bread, for serving

Instructions

  1. Preheat the grill. Heat a gas or charcoal grill to high (around 450°F). A grill pan over high heat on the stovetop works as well.
  2. Prep the vegetables. Arrange the zucchini, eggplant, peppers, red onion, and asparagus on a large sheet pan or cutting board. Drizzle with 3 tablespoons olive oil and season evenly with salt and pepper. Toss gently to coat all surfaces.
  3. Grill in batches. Working in batches by size, grill the vegetables in a single layer. Peppers and onions: 4–5 minutes per side. Zucchini and eggplant: 3–4 minutes per side. Asparagus: 2–3 minutes, turning once. You want char marks and tender-firm texture, not mush.
  4. Make the dressing. Whisk together 2 tablespoons olive oil, the lemon juice, and a pinch of salt in a small bowl. Set aside.
  5. Poach the eggs (optional). Bring a medium saucepan of water to a gentle simmer. Add a splash of white vinegar. Crack each egg into a small cup and slide gently into the water. Poach 3–4 minutes until whites are set and yolks are still runny. Remove with a slotted spoon.
  6. Assemble and serve. Arrange the grilled vegetables on a large platter. Drizzle with the lemon-olive oil dressing and scatter torn basil over the top. Top individual plates with a poached egg if using. Serve with crusty bread alongside.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 280 | Protein: 9g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 26g | Fiber: 7g | Sodium: 420mg

Kate Donovan
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Kate Donovan
Week 323 of Kate’s 30-year story · Boston, Massachusetts
Kate is a thirty-five-year-old nurse practitioner in Boston and a widowed mother of two whose husband Sean died of brain cancer at thirty-three. She makes Irish soda bread and beef stew and shepherd's pie because the recipes are all she has left of a man who was supposed to grow old with her. She writes about cooking through grief and finding out you can still feed your children on the worst day of your life.

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