Ripping Off the Band-Aid
Jan 16, 2012
Here is shopping yesterday from my perspective...
Had it been like any other morning, I would have simply climbed out of bed, rifled through the refrigerator as I impatiently waited for the coffee to drip faster and eventually picked out a yogurt and some eggs. This was clearly not just another day. In fact, as I looked through my refrigerator and pantry, I realized I could not be sure that a single food item I owned was vegan. Great start.
We have a chicken coop behind our house, and since Ben (my roommate) was not home this weekend, it was my task to feed the hens and collect the eggs. The chickens must have caught wind of my adventure into veganism, because they chose this weekend to be hyperproductive, out of what I assume to be their attempt at a cruel joke. I collected a total of 12 eggs in two days (we have six hens who lay somewhat irregularly), and proceeded to smack my forehead with a frying pan, trying to forget what eggs tasted like.
By the time I picked up Carrie this morning, it was already 11:30. Both of us starving from the lack of vegan variety in our households, we went straight to Jamba Juice. After officially confirming with one of the associates that the "all-fruit smoothies" were in fact made in accordance to vegan standards, I ordered the "Five Fruit Frenzy" and an apple cinnamon pretzel (who knew their apple cinnamon pretzels were vegan?!).
It was now time to get down to business and shop. Having a solid meal in my stomach and a shopping list in hand, we were prepared to tackle this whole "buying vegan" thing. Our adventure started at New Frontiers grocery store. I felt as I imagine Jasmine felt on that magic carpet ride, because this was indeed a "whole new world." The store was full of new sights: vegan cupcakes, organic soaps and detergents, an artisan cheese counter... Yeah, I said it. Cheese counter. Like a whole section of the store with its own attendants slicing and helping you locate the cheese you want/need/desire. I looked longingly at the counter as we passed, realizing this would likely be the first week of my life that my digestive system had been devoid of dairy products. I almost felt guilty leaving the store without any milk, as I felt I should be supporting my industry. Despite my efforts, Carrie would not let me purchase any dairy products. Even if it was just to support my fellow man.
After visiting two stores and frantically searching labels to determine their food classification, we had our groceries. Boy, did they look pathetic. I’m sure I’ll be shocked with the amount of food this prepares, but it just didn’t seem like there was enough food to sustain two people for one week.
"Don’t worry, David, we’ll be just fine," Carrie crooned softly as we paid for the groceries.
Once outside, she adjusted her tone to a snarky one by stating, "Clearly, you’re the weaker link here."
This comment coming from the girl who, after seeing the vegan menu at the Thai Elephant (where we ate tonight), whined, "I don’t want to be a vegan anymore."
Truth is, it wasn’t just Carrie who was skeptical about the food we were about to eat. I was slightly concerned, as this evening contained two "firsts" for me: 1) eating vegan food at a restaurant, 2) eating Thai food. After a day full of firsts, however, I threw caution to the wind and decided to try the vegan Pad Thai with soy chicken.
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