I’ve become a bit obsessed with online shopping. Receiving packages in the mail is like Christmas, and typing in a few combinations of numbers that apparently mean I’m charging a “credit card” makes it feel that much more like my birthday or something. I’ll go through the motions, finding my products, adding them to my non-existent cart, typing in my address… my total pops up… I see the shipping fees… and before I can go through with it, I minimize my window. I’ll come back to it tomorrow. Seriously, this goes on for like a week before I just man up and charge the damn thing.
Currently I have three vegan cookbooks in my Amazon.ca cart. I really never thought I’d be looking at vegan cookbooks – the idea that I’m 99.9% vegetarian (with the odd piece of fish at a restaurant or something) recently (since February) still seems odd. I love it, and I feel fantastic, but there’s a stigma around this diet for sure. I don’t like saying “I’m a vegetarian”, I’m an “eat whatever the hell I want-ian”, because if one day I feel like I want meat, I’m not going to restrict myself if it’s sustainably-sourced, humanely-raised, and naturally-grown. I’m all for listening to my body’s needs. What I don’t like is this ridiculous stigma I have in my head about eating this way – I don’t like to be the one at dinner that needs an exception made. I’ve cooked for people before, and there’s enough stress that goes into it wondering if everyone will like it, let alone will everyone eat it. I empathize with hosts.
But I’ve met vegans before that just look pale and unhappy, and I always associated “vegan” with granola, dreadlocked, hemp shirt wearers. They even had matching boyfriends.
Which isn’t to knock you if this is your life, I just had an idea of “who” vegans were, and now I’m staring straight at the diet, watching it tip-toe into my meal planning and I gotta say, I still love how my boyfriend looks in a suit.
The only non-vegan things I have in my diet right now are honey (Nude Bee, organic raw Ontario honey) and sheep yogurt. And occasionally eggs when I’m feeling a quiche. This isn’t really a “real” post (and I promise, a genuinely informative post is coming your way soon), more of a filler post because its 1 AM and I’m staring at this Amazon purchase like I’m making a down payment on a house.