some candy talking…
As a kid I used to love candy necklaces. Admittedly, they didn’t taste that much but they were so pretty and I just loved gnawing on them. I hadn’t seen them for years and then this Saturday I spotted some in my local grocery store. I had to pick them up! They proved very useful when worn to a music festival later that day. After two hours on the rail, the sugar was a welcome boost!
One little tomato…?
When I decided to try to stick to a vegetarian diet, I did it mainly out of two reasons.
- I don’t really like meat. In fact, ever since I was a little child, I’ve had a problem with chewing meat. It’s the texture, I think. Especially things like white chicken meat – it’s just dry and chewy and tasteless.
- I started to realize the ecological cost of raising cattle for beef. In fact, all meat is very expensive to produce in terms of ecological resources. In order to maintain the level of meat eating we do in the Western world, we would need another planet.
So far, it’s not really been a problem. If there is nothing else, I’ll eat meat, but if given an option, I take the vegetarian option (that is, not vegan – I eat cheese and dairy products). Mostly the vegetarian option is actually the best on the menu anyway. What more, the whole thing got me cooking again (not to mention blogging).
So everybody happy?
One would think so, but sadly no. Instead, it’s like people take me not eating meat as a personal affront. I’ve explained about my environmental concerns and now they’re always all over me. I can’t eat a single tomato without being lectured about the ecological hazards of importing vegetables. And yes, I know that I should stick to locally grown carrots and potatoes, but give me a break here, will ya? So, when I eat out, I’m pretty much stuck with what they have but when I shop I take great care only to buy organic products. I’m the first to admit I’m far from perfect, but JAY-sus, at least I’m trying.
While my friends, they give me a lecture about my poor little organic, Fairtrade-branded banana, and then they jump into their big-ass cars and rush home to cook a pound of Argentine beef.
So just because they don’t even try, they’re absolved from all responsibility?
And try saying “I don’t like meat”. I might as well say: “I eat small children”…
Lazy days…
I have barely cooked at all this week. Mostly it’s been restaurants and ready-made stuff. But I’ve (mostly) kept my vegetarian diet. Apart from some sushi the other day…
Anyway, I have found a new addiction.
Vegetarian hot dogs.
I swear I can not get enough of them.
Hopefully I’ll get around to baking an apple cake (“pie” isn’t the right word for what I’m thinking of) tomorrow, because I visited my sister and picked a bagful of apples the other day. If I do, I’ll post the recipe.
OMG! Ice cream!
Ever since I moved into my apartment a while back, I’ve had this problem.
I haven’t had a freezer.
I had a fridge, but no freezer. So that’s meant no ice for my drinks, no frozen, easily heated cinnamon buns and – worst of all – no ice cream.
But all that is about to change because today my dad helped me get my brand new beatiful freezer home. It’s not quite cold yet, but tomorrow I’ll be able to stuff it with every flavour Häagen Dazs and Ben&Jerry ever made.
I can’t wait!
Yes, my life is sort of pathetic and for dinner today I had some tofu left-overs and ramen noodles. Only I got bored half-way though and just stopped eating. That would never happen with Cookie Dough Swirl!
Fringe benefits
Normally at work, I always go out for lunch. Main reason is, otherwise I have to eat with the Parents. Mind you, I don’t hate people with children. I have lots of friends with children who are perfectly nice. But there are some people who can never talk about anything else but their children, who will always put you down because you are not a mother and who seem to have been born about eighty years old.
Having started this massive cooking, I’m saving money by packing a little lunch box, microwaving the soggy remains of yesterday’s dinner and eating them in the delightful company of my colleagues. Aka the Parents.
The other day one of them suddenly said: “But what if the children turn into that kind of rocker, you know, who wear black and dye their hair and listen to noisy music? You never know what might happen. They might get a tattoo!”
That made my day.
