This is my new blog. It looks a lot like my old blog, but I deleted all of my old posts and gave it a temporary new title. Ah, a fresh new page in…well, the internet.
However, for the betterment of the folks reading for the first time, allow me to introduce myself. I am not very tall, I am not very thin, and I do not sing very well. I do, however, write a lot, play the bass, and make a mean vegetarian meal. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, other than that I want to go to a touchy-feely liberal arts college and “better” the world, whatever that means. This blog is about my crazy off-beat movie-of-a-life, my (sometimes) ingenious suburban adventures, and my quest to consume as few animal products as possible, which is often frustrating.
So my adventure today began getting up at ten-of-six, as most of my days start off. Pete and I went to Wawa, where the clerk gave me yet another scornful look for paying in change. It’s all money. Anyway, then school as always. Spanish was disappointing- a C and a D on my exams. Ehh. Luckily, I packed myself banana biscuts and peatnut butter for lunch and made horrible jokes with the lunch bunch. Some people got sick.
So I came home, ran my brother all over God’s green earth, and came home to do what I’ve been doing whenever I can: cooking. Most of my food turns out to taste like, well, health food but it’s worth a shot. Today I made some slammin bean burgers and some not-so-delicious vegan pudding. (Can you tell I found the food processor?) The vegan pudding was in vain, anyway, because we don’t have any dairy-free chocolate. Figures.
Anyway, so then I had to go pick Pete up at Moe’s, and I went shopping at Staples (ugh, expensive stuff I don’t want), and Whole Foods (ugh, expensive stuff I want). So I ended up with some construction paper and some instant-soup cups to keep in my locker. Score. Plus, I saw Andrew (ugh, I owe him money, I am stiiiinnggyy), and he is a very cool kid but I am awkward, so mostly I listened to some surburban girl in a fitted white denim jacket (with fake fur, no less) tell her mom that she is a hippie.
Oh, suburbia.
The difficulty of becoming vegan lies not in the not eating of things, but in the not knowing of how things are prepared, or which ingredients come from animals, or anything of the sort. If everything were labled “safe for vegans”, “safe for vegetarians”, or ”consume at your own risk”, it’d be pretty easy.
Whole Foods makes it a little easier, but anything labled “safe for vegans” is probably like rice with beans and corn.
Anyway, rice with beans and corn isn’t so bad. More later.
