Confessions and Sudden Outbursts

I have a confession to make: When I (impulsively) decided to give veganism a go, I thought it would be too hard. I thought plant-based alternatives would be gross, that I would feel hungry all the time, and that my energy levels would plummet from what I was certain was going to be unbalanced nutrition.

I could not have been more mistaken.

I mean, yeah, vegan cream cheese, on its own, tastes like what I imagine a nightmare would taste like, and tofu–even well-pressed tofu–has the consistency of slightly congealed phlegm. But vegan cream cheese can be used to make some succulent vegan sugar cookies, and tofu, scrambled and marinated with some roasted poblano peppers and chipotles in adobo, makes a pretty smoking burrito.

It’s all about creativity and a willingness to experiment with new ingredients, and I love it. I made vegan ranch dressing today so I could eat my first salad since becoming a vegan, and it was so delicious I actually yelled “OH MY GOSH THAT WAS SO GOOD!” after I finished eating it, startling all three cats and my boyfriend.


Those are my cats. None of them are vegans, although the calico’s favorite people foods to guilt-trip me into sharing are cereal, popcorn, and lettuce.

What do cats have to do with veganism? Nothing at all. But they’re super cute, aren’t they?

Anyways, I think I’m kinda sold on this whole vegan thing, and I’m going to drag my meat-and-potatoes boyfriend (who tried the ranch and said it was “not terrible”) to a vegan restaurant this weekend. At least one of us is very excited about it!