An Udate: Our First Day Vegan
Jan 15, 2012
It’s here. Vegan week.
I woke up in a daze this morning and started up the coffee pot. It wasn’t until after I had poured myself a cup, I realized there would be no milk in this coffee. Even non-dairy creamer isn’t necessarily vegan. Strike one. This isn’t going to be easy.
My brain must have made the transition to veganism last night, because I definitely dreamt about it. My friends and I were at a cocktail party laughing and carrying on when I reached for a glass of wine. I was reminded that this item was not necessarily vegan, so just to be sure I should refrain. This continued to happen with party appetizers. I didn’t mind the fact that I couldn’t eat anything at the party until the hostess called us to the table for dinner. Each plate had a big, juicy filet mignon (my absolute favorite cut of beef) on their plate. The hostess stopped at my seat and apologized, saying she forgot to prepare something vegan, so I’d have to eat raw carrots instead. This is where I woke up in a cold sweat. It was 12:05 a.m.
I’ve grown up on a dairy my entire life. In fact, I can’t recall a single day in my life where I did not consume some sort of dairy product. I’m fairly positive that Paula Dean and I share some sort of lineage because my answer to any culinary dilemma is always, "more butter." Growing up Catholic, meatless Fridays during Lent were always a challenge, but I would thank God for the revelation of cheese and other dairy products.
I’m sure it sounds an awful lot like I’m complaining—I’m going to be a bit whiny this week as I continue to unearth the things I cannot eat—but in all actuality I’m intrigued and excited to try something new. I’m especially happy to have some vegan folks following along with this adventure, and thanks so much for the encouragement! Read more on David's Blog
I am officially a vegan.
I’ve been one for less than eleven hours (eight of which I was asleep) and I’m already feeling the challenge. It wasn’t until my roommates emerged from their rooms about an hour ago and started pouring themselves bowls of cereal and adding copious amounts of dairy to their morning beverages that it really hit: I can’t have ANY dairy this week. Or meat. Or eggs. Or any of my food staples.
I had pineapple for breakfast. That’s it. It is literally the only vegan breakfast food in my house right now. David and I desperately need to go grocery shopping today and stock up on fruits, vegetables, quinoa and tofu. Putting the two of us together in a health food store is bound to result in some funny situations, so keep your eyes open for a blog post or two about our grocery shopping escapades a little later today!
Currently, I am in self-imposed isolation. I locked myself in my room so I don’t have to watch my roommates eat their dairy-ful breakfasts. I guess I should just be thankful they haven’t started frying up bacon yet. David better get here soon, because I need some food.
I have finally been fed, though I am still hungry. David and I went to Jamba Juice and ordered off their vegan menu. David ordered the Five Fruit Frenzy with an immunity boost and an apple cinnamon pretzel (all vegan!) and I got the Pomegranate Pleasure with a soy protein boost (also all vegan). David thoroughly enjoyed his smoothie, but I wish I had picked a different one- it has kind of a chalky texture to it that I assume is from the soy protein boost. Read more on Carrie's Blog