I don't like saying things publicly...especially here, online, where it's all forever documented...until I know what I write is going to remain true. At least for some amount of time. (Hey, crap happens, right?!)
But it will be 3 weeks on Friday (August 3rd), since I last had fish. And, of course, like every goodbye...it sucked. That fish sucked too. And it figures, doesn't it?
Of course I didn't go out and buy some enormous chunk of salmon, or anything fantastic like that. I ate the last of the frozen fish in the freezer that apparently should have been thrown out a long time ago. It was seriously gross. Tasted like nothing, really, but felt like yuck in my mouth. (Don't tell me you've never described something as tasting like "yuck". It's what you call it when there is no other word to explain what you mean...it's that gross.)
So that was it. That nasty fish. And you know, maybe it was a blessing in disguise. So when I think of fish, I think of it like that. Maybe I won't miss it so much now.
I also stopped eating eggs about a month ago, which was kind of hard on me. Not because I love eating eggs. I really don't. (I don't hate them, but they're not the first on my list of things I want to eat.) It was hard because I believe that the whole "vegan" thing is supposed to be about not harming living things (things that can feel pain or fear, that is), and not exploiting animals for our own use. But our eggs come from a small family farm...the guy works with my husband and these chickens are his pets. He says that he doesn't even have a rooster anymore, and they keep laying. Constantly. He sells them to us for $2 a dozen, and they're organically raised, free-range chickens. They're living a good life. They're happy, and healthy, and he's not eating them randomly based on the egg count. He is a guy who prides himself on his animals. So I can't see how that's exploiting them. The eggs would be thrown in a trash bag if he couldn't sell them.
Anyway, I stopped eating them. We still buy them, because my husband and kids still eat them, but I had to stop. Not because I think I was hurting any one or any thing, but because of one reason. I hate when people talk about what I eat.
Funny, right? Why the hell are you talking about it here, if you hate people discussing your food choices? Well, you don't know me. (Not personally, I mean.) I hate when people I know, and have to encounter on a regular basis, talk about what I eat. And not really even when they say things to my face. But when I find out after the fact that they were talking behind my back. THAT is the shit I can't stand.
So even though I had no intention of taking that last step into being 100% vegan (because I hate being part of...well...pretty much any group ever invented), I've done it. It's easier to say that I'm vegan than to explain to people why I don't eat meat, or consume dairy, but I still eat fish and eggs.
|Well, maybe they are grown on trees!|
Well anyway. Yes. I'm now completely, for real, vegan. And I'm not having a tough time with it, other than during things like family gatherings, or going out to a restaurant. (The latter is easier, though. Salad is ALWAYS an option.) At home, my food is getting better. Slowly.
Tonight I made "Shepherd's Pie", and it was FABULOUS. I've never even made the "normal" version of this before, so I'm quite surprised it turned out so good!
I also went to a vegan pot-luck on the weekend, and that food was AMAZING. Seriously, inspired me tonight when I made supper. I have to eat food like that. Daily. (So good!!!!)
So yeah. I've taken the last steps. What this means for you is that you can expect some excellent recipes, (and some harsh reviews if something I take the time to cook tastes like rotten ass sandwiches). I'm horribly blunt when it comes to food. LOL
That is all. xoxo