(This post is being re-published from For the Birds)
Amid all of the craziness of preparing for Annie’s wedding last week, I totally forgot to mention that it was also Vegan Week over at The Kitchn.
I know — HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW THAT? I mean really. With everything else going on in the world… your life, etc. — how did you fail to lift your head up and recognize the significance that is Vegan Week? I mean… I bet you ate dairy — eggs… MEAT, even. Because when I realized that it was Vegan Week, that’s exactly what I did. AND, not only that, but I FAILED to point it out to just about EVERYONE I know… excluding Mr. Sal, of course, who responded with a polite “Oh really” followed by the expected uninterested silence that could pretty much win the world series of poker should the opportunity arise… In other words, I blame myself.
But that’s okay. It’s alright that Vegan Week at The Kitchn was overlooked somewhat… mostly because I am not a Vegan, and you probably aren’t either… although I have to admit that the whole lifestyle is somewhat enviable and admittedly, healthy. And while I admit to questioning the morals of Taste vs. Lifestyle, Vegan Week was a little bittersweet for us as the timing fell just around Will’s allergy tests. Recipe trials, one of our favorite pastimes, over at Will’s Kitchen even slowed in hopes that the need to cook and bake dairy and egg free had passed… So while all of these delicious recipes and Vegan ideas were flashing before my eyes, I was in complete denial about committing to try any of them without knowing whether he was still allergic to cow’s milk, eggs, trees nuts and peanuts… Which, as it turns out, he still is — although his severity is slightly decreasing (yay!).
So while we are brushing off the counters at Will’s Kitchen (where I am repeating this post and stepping up our game) — getting out our spatula collection and preparing for another GO in the world of all things SAFE — the feelings of disappointment are a little numb. We’ve been laxed, a bit too much perhaps, with what we know about food — the controversies and unkempt practices that our country seems to “overlook”. And while I could completely cut loose and get balls out POLITICAL about what I’ve learned over the past three years about food — production, overproduction, shelf-life and LIFE EXPECTANCY– I will sit here angry and frustrated, but patiently stewing (dairy-free — of course). Because who wants to see me shouting at the blinding snow??– Pregnant, admittedly crazy and (oh, what the hell) only wearing slipper socks an apron while whipping together an admirable batch of these?
Come at me with an Egg McMuffin and I’ll gladly show you the door… but not without a lifetime of guilt schooled through flour throwing tantrums and apple sauce….Burned on your brain for the rest of your life… with love, of course.
Organic, farm fresh, real sugar… saved from the GENETICALLY MODIFIED to the Fresh to Fork… We may not be Vegans and we certainly aren’t Vegetarians, but we are shoveling our way out to a new way of eating… One allergy test at a time.