Transition
6 November 2010The running joke at work for the last week, whenever I'm eating anything that's not vegan friendly, or even if it is vegan approved (it is a joke after all), has been:
Coworker: "You can't eat that."
Me: "I'm not vegan yet."But Sunny said today, as I put havarti on my otherwise vegan sandwich, "If we're going to be vegan, let's just do it." So we're doing it.
No more buying non-vegan food. We'll just finish all this stuff we already have in the house:
I'll still eat any of the free non-vegan food that comes my way at work, until January, at which point I'll have to learn to turn down free samples. Quite possibly the hardest thing I'll deal with, and on a daily basis.
My brother told me today that our dad wants to go out to eat for Thanksgiving. We'd both rather cook, so I think that's what we're going to do. He asked me if we should make him eat a vegetarian meal. I'm not sure how that will go. He's pretty open to eating new things, and he says he likes it, but he's an Old Country Buffet kind of guy who will get one plate full of just meat, in addition to his plate full of salad and plate full of desserts.
But I'm not going to bake a turkey, and my dad hasn't owned an oven in about ten years, so if there's going to be a turkey made here, it will be made by my brother.
I'm really just looking forward to this:
Put the rhutabagas & turnips over the kale and drizzle tahini dressing over the top. Best Thanksgiving food ever.
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