I like to say I’m 90% vegan. But here’s how that started… I became a vegetarian when I was twelve. The real story behind it is that my aunt tried to make me eat a hamburger (I hated hamburgers) so I lied and told her I was a vegetarian. And it stuck. For about a year. Until living off of frozen veggies just wouldn’t cut it anymore. (I wasn’t on of those twelve year olds on master chef, I could only cook so many different vegetarian meals before feeling weak and malnourished all the time.) When I was in high school I worked at Panera Bread. I was all about the chicken and wild rice and the French onion soup. But for some reason I decided to stop eating meat. Just for a week. And I did. And then I ate some French onion soup. And it did nothing for me. So I decided to do another week of vegetarianism. And I never looked back. That French Onion soup was the last meat I tasted.
Five years later, I was a senior in college cooking all my own meals and learning a lot about health and watching an inordinate amount of documentaries. Forks Over Knives convinced me I should try this whole “vegan” thing. So I did, and I liked it. I’ve never really liked cheese so that wasn’t something I missed. It was easy to sub cow’s milk with almond milk and real dairy ice cream for coconut milk. So again, that stuck. Once I tried to eat “real” ice cream again. That was a disaster. My insides felt like they were going to just burst open and fall out. (gross visual, sorry). I had made myself lactose intolerant in under four months. Well, there’s certainly something to hear when your body is telling you it doesn’t want a certain type of food. So I don’t try to eat dairy anymore. I learned that lesson. But I’m not a perfect vegan. I like nutella and cookies and will sometimes indulge in the occasional egg. My outlook on non-meat animal products is “if it won’t make me sick, I will eat it.” And I do enjoy fish on occasion. Ever since my brother asked me ever so poignantly what I would want my last meal to be and I replied “If its my last meal I’d say F*** it I’m eating crab cakes.” So I may eat crab cakes sometimes. But I think today my answer would be different. Pad Thai maybe? I love peanut sauce… anyway, that’s the long and dirty version of my food story. (I know that’s wrong).