The day that I intentionally violated my veganism.
I really didn’t want to talk about this, but I have personal standards about full disclosure and they have something to do with the fact that I am Queen of TMI-land.
My boyfriend was sick in bed on Monday and when he started to feel better he requested macaroni and cheese. We didn’t have any in the house so I had to make it from scratch. Well, you can’t very well make anything from scratch without testing along the way, so I tasted it as it was cooking: over and over again. I should mention that, historically mac and cheese has been one of my all-time favorite foods. So while I felt guilty, I was also patting myself on the back for making an outstanding mac and cheese from scratch (which I’ve done before, but I use a new recipe/method every time.) Anyway, once I plated his portion I put the rest away so I wouldn’t be tempted into having a bowl myself. All in all I probably scarfed a good 5 or 6 tablespoons, which may be a full portion in itself.
That evening I attempted to redeem myself by making a fully vegan dinner for him and my new roommate (who happens to be a chef) of beet salad with fig dressing, beet quesadilla with tofutti, and almond fig cous cous. It was as delicious as, if not more than, the mac and cheese. And damned healthier too, shoot.
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Day 4
So this is the day that I violated my veganism, unintentionally.
It took 2 busses and 2 hours to arrive in Sherman Oaks, and I was still about an hour and a half late for dinner. And I got a ride from Sherman Oaks to Encino, so imagine if I had had to make that last connection?! Anyway, as you might imagine, my hunger was piqued by the time I was greeted at the Ackerman homestead for a lavish table of Sukkot fixins. I had warned in advance that I was coming as a recent vegan and brought my ever-popular raw kale salad as an olive branch of sorts. Emily, whose boyfriend is a vegetarian, made us some really yummy chickpea stew. I ate that, and then helped myself to the other vegetable delights on the table, including a curiously fluffy carrot puree. I asked Em’s mom if it was vegan and she said yes, or at least I think she did… I started eating it and my palate confirmed otherwise: eggs. Yummy, fluffy, too-sweet-but-that’s-ok-cos-I-like sweet-vegetables, carrot puree. But when I asked Dr. Ackerman again she said, Ya, they have eggs. Maybe she was too caught up in the hustle and bustle of hostessing to hear correctly, maybe she thought I was referring to another dish, or maybe I just thought I asked and hadn’t, which is not unlikely. Point being, I ate something with eggs. Which sucks, but I know it’s pointless to beat myself up over it, so there. Sukkot was delicious and awesome and I love being an honorary Jew.
It took 2 busses and 2 hours to arrive in Sherman Oaks, and I was still about an hour and a half late for dinner. And I got a ride from Sherman Oaks to Encino, so imagine if I had had to make that last connection?! Anyway, as you might imagine, my hunger was piqued by the time I was greeted at the Ackerman homestead for a lavish table of Sukkot fixins. I had warned in advance that I was coming as a recent vegan and brought my ever-popular raw kale salad as an olive branch of sorts. Emily, whose boyfriend is a vegetarian, made us some really yummy chickpea stew. I ate that, and then helped myself to the other vegetable delights on the table, including a curiously fluffy carrot puree. I asked Em’s mom if it was vegan and she said yes, or at least I think she did… I started eating it and my palate confirmed otherwise: eggs. Yummy, fluffy, too-sweet-but-that’s-ok-cos-I-like sweet-vegetables, carrot puree. But when I asked Dr. Ackerman again she said, Ya, they have eggs. Maybe she was too caught up in the hustle and bustle of hostessing to hear correctly, maybe she thought I was referring to another dish, or maybe I just thought I asked and hadn’t, which is not unlikely. Point being, I ate something with eggs. Which sucks, but I know it’s pointless to beat myself up over it, so there. Sukkot was delicious and awesome and I love being an honorary Jew.
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