Let's not linger there. Or on whether or not I'll do this regularly. I have plenty to catch you up on, but my willingness to do so is limited. It interferes with my naps.
I was inspired to post today because of the mini-transformation I've gone through in the past month. You see, I think I lied to you. If I ever said I was a vegetarian, I was lying. From late 2009 to early August, 2012, I was a "pescatarian." And that was a stupid thing.
I spontaneously decided to go vegetarian (or whatever-a-tarian I actually went) back in 2009 because I was living alone and wasn't cooking meat anyway. I thought I'd see if I could do it. And I did it quite easily. Meat hasn't been cooked in my house since late 2009. Not even fish.
And I felt good about it. I felt green and healthy and like I was doing my little part to make the earth last maybe two months longer.
But I wasn't doing it right. I ate fish in restaurants and at our parents' houses and at weddings because it was too much work to find things on menus and inconvenience people. Guess what? I'mma inconvenience y'all now.
We went to Hawaii for our two-year anniversary, and something about all the fish I ate there broke me. I bought this t-shirt:
and I wanted to live it.
And the thing that has happened since I started this adventure has happened again. I'm having a ton of fun crafting meals, working to get all my food groups in and making healthy, delicious things. We touched down from Hawaii and I got two new recipe apps. Seriously, if the iPhone is good for anything, it is good for recipe apps. I don't have to plan meals ahead of time and make grocery lists. I can do it on the subway. And the day after we got home from Hawaii, I made "raw vegan cleanse soup" and it was amazing. We had to buy a new blender to turn kale into soup, but we learned a ton about blenders, how not to spend $400 on blenders, and Husband even turned a person away from the leaky Kitchenaid blender while buying our Ninja at BBB.
I've conquered the tricky world of tofu. Seriously, I was a semi-vegetarian for three years and couldn't manage stir-fried tofu that stayed in the neat little cubes I cut it into. Yes, you seriously have to press it. When you get all that water out of it, you make it into a sponge for any flavor you want. And it is delicious.
And then you bake it and it gets this amazing crust on it and you forget you've ever had a potato chip. Or bacon.
Now you are asking, "What about Husband?" Yeah, he's not a vegetarian. He is more like a vegetarian sympathizer. If there were vegetarian
McCarthyism, he would be blacklisted. He doesn't eat meat in the house because
I don't cook it. What he does in a restaurant or while he's at work is his own
business. I try not to guilt trip him. I'm not on a mission with my
vegetarianism.
But when he sent me an email about making his own seitan this weekend (for barbecue "ribs," natch), I did a happy dance in my office chair. It involves crazy ingredients--including liquid smoke--and that is right up his alley. I think he's wavering on his meat resolve. We spent the weekend with our vegetarian cousins, talking about being vegetarian, and I think it changed something in him.
And now I will post this and he'll read it and go have a baconchickenwingtunahamburgerpepperoni sandwich. Or a turducken. But don't let him make you think he doesn't enjoy raw beet salad, kale stuffed with feta, or carmelized onions with quinoa. Because his reactions to my meat cooking were never as enthusiastic as his reactions to my vegetarian cooking are.
I'll try to report back on Mission: Homemade Seitan.
(Honey, if you go full veg, I'll have something to blog about. Just saying.)
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