So, eating.
It's kind of important I guess, keeps me alive and stuff.
And, I like to cook. I cook a lot. Sometimes, my roommates buy food and I eat for free if I'll cook it. That's always a bonus when you're a student, and therefore, poor as shit. I like cooking so much, I have an infrequently updated blog on food too.
I recently picked up the book Skinny Bitch
, which isn't just pro-vegan, it screams and berates you for being anything but. Not that I think I'd be completely able to go completely vegan, (I have little to no self control when it comes to milk, cheese and bacon.) I thought I'd incorporate some vegan and vegetarian meals into my regular diet.Now, I feel like a hippie. I fed one of my roommates 'tofu' masquerading as pork, and he ate every last bit of sauce on the plate. If I'd have told him it was tofu, he would've either
a) rejected it completely and gone back to some kind of sports video game
b) quoted an episode of Simpsons or South Park were tofu and/or hippies are mocked
c) eaten whatever because he was high and had the munchies.
Back to the point.
Does incorporating the occasional hunk'o'tofu or soy milk or whatever make you a hippie? Is it that big a deal, really? I mean, everyone I've talked to or that I've had try any recipes including tofu or soy have asked me if I was going vegan. Why can't these things just be regarded like regular foods are?
I think that's half the reason people don't like tofu/soy products anyway, they jump into them expecting something gross, so of course they're going to perceive it that way.
Sigh. Well, for now, I'm going to sit in the Owl's Nest lounge, eating my trail mix, maybe dive in my Clif Bar and hope that my pants don't mysteriously turn into hemp.
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