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Veganism and Me

Veganism and I?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I've been thinking about how fake it feels to call myself a pescetarian. I've been thinking about all these vegan cookbooks and how I seldom cook anything other than vegan anyway. I seldom eat dairy, and rarely ever buy eggs. So how much of a stretch is it, really?

I've been thinking about vegan vs. local, and which has the greatest reduced impact on the environment. I've been thinking about all the non-vegan clothes I currently own, and how difficult it can be to find things in Vermont (I prefer brick and mortar shops, when possible). Would I be less of a vegan if I decided to wear it until it wore out, then replaced it with a vegan item? Would I be more of a vegan if I donated it all instead?

I've been thinking how difficult it will be to go out eat with friends. I love going out to eat. It is one of my favorite things to do. There are no vegan/vegetarian restaurants in Vermont. There are plenty of vege…

Brainwash Me.

I subscribe to two veg magazines: Vegetarian Times and VegNews. The former has good articles, and is big on recipes, which saved my hide when I gave up land animals three or four years ago. The latter is much more vegan and activist-based. I really enjoy both of their offerings, and I consider the subscriptions to be money well-spent.

One thing I have noticed is that every time I read the latest issue of VegNews, I have this overwhelming desire to go vegan. Which is ironic because while I never cook seafood at home, I've had a hell of a time giving it up. Truth be told, every once in a while I contemplate going back to (organic, local) meats. The thing that stops me every time is that something with eyes, a heart, a brain is dying because I have a hankering.

I wish I could look at seafood and think the same thing. I'm trying, I really am. But for some reason, I have that disconnect. Let's face it - it's hard to look at a clam and see it as a living creature on par with a…

Argh!

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I often think sometimes that if it weren't for chocolate, I wouldn't make it through my day alive and sane.


Kate's Cooking all Crazy-Like

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I took today off. Originally I was going to hang out with friend Angie, but poor Angie has a migraine that won't quit. Feel better, Angie!
I talked to friend Robin, took a lovely walk along the waterfront, got my hair trimmed, and cooked. A lot. It's like I was making up for lost time or something. I've got at least two week's worth of food right now. Although, I may get sick of it before it's all gone. Here's what I cooked (you probably shouldn't click on the images unless you want to see just how blurry they really are).
Blueberry scones, made from the Vegan with a Vengeance recipe. Super yummy. The blueberries were given to me by a coworker whose wife has a huge wild patch behind her place of work. Sorry this is so dark. The lights were on, but apparently that didn't matter much.







Calzones, made with the leftover batch of pizza dough from the pizza below. I've never worked with yeast before, so this was a new experience for me. It was super easy and …

Snort.

I was perusing the Weight Watchers message boards (as I do), and someone posted this. If this is yours, let me know in the comments and I'll give you due credit. I thought it was cute. No offense meant to either Buddhists or Jews.

The Jewish Buddha

If there is no self, whose arthritis is this?

Be here now. Be someplace else later. Is that so complicated?

Drink tea and nourish life; with the first sip, joy; with the second sip, satisfaction; with the third sip, peace; with the fourth, a Danish.

Wherever you go, there you are. Your luggage is another story.

Accept misfortune as a blessing. Do not wish for perfect health, or a life without problems. What would you talk about?

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single Oy.

There is no escaping karma. In a previous life, you never called, you never wrote, you never visited. And who's fault was that?

Zen is not easy. It takes effort to attain nothingness. And then what do you have? Bupkis.

The Tao does not speak. The Tao …

Today's Random Navel Gazing.

They say the things you hate most in others are the things you hate most in yourself. I've been thinking about that a lot lately, especially as it relates to people moving about in my life.

There is one particular individual whom, when I first met him/her, immediately got on my bad side. In their defense, they did absolutely nothing wrong. S/he is a very nice person and did not deserve my distaste. It really came down to the fact that s/he is not conventionally attractive. I've since gotten over myself, realizing that I'm penalizing this poor person for my own prejudices.

Looking deeper, especially as it relates to the above theory, my own insecurities about the way I look most likely influenced my initial reaction. I know I will never be considered a "conventional" beauty, but it's taken me a while to realize I'm not ugly either. When a person is outside of perceived norms, anyone further outside of those norms than they become a target of ridicule, if onl…

Vroom Vroom

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Went up to my mum's for the weekend with my brother. Well, he went with me really since I did all the driving. We lucked out and had a pretty good day on Saturday. We took a lot of secondary roads, so we got to see a lot of nice scenery. We drove by a dam on one of the rivers (have no idea which one, sorry), and you can really see just how much rain we've been having:
Massive amounts of water going over the dam.












My brother taking pictures of the massive amounts of water going over the dam.







My picture doesn't really do it justice. The water coming over the edge was actually as large or larger than the house you can see in the background. 
I just typed that last sentence watching a 12-year old Chinese gymnast do an uneven bar routine. Oh, I'm sorry - she's "16."
Anyway. These are pictures of the lake I grew up with, Lake Memphremagog. For those of you non-NEK'ers, say it with me now: mem-FRE-may-gog. 






















They've cleaned the waterfront up a lot since I left i…

Score One for the Little Guy

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I'm not generally one to rant about business practices and economics. I try not to, as my grasp on such things is basic and I admittedly have difficulty comprehending the intricasies of such things. My brain just doesn't work that way.


But this morning at work I was reading my daily Dairy update (I work in an agricultural based company) and this article popped out at me.
rBST has been around for a long while now, and I can remember when it was first introduced. Vermont farmers were in an uproar and many staunchly refused to use it, and labeled their milk as such. Which got them into a lot of hot water. I am glad to see that consumers are standing up for something.

I do find it ironic that at the end of the article, one of rBST's proponents says essentially that the consumers will be sorry, as if the amount of milk in the world will suddenly plummet and there will be dairy droughts, the likes of which we've never seen. The reality is, dairy sales have been falling, and co…

Weekend Quickie.

Trip, that is. Git yer mind out of the gutter. 
I went down to Boston this past weekend to see a friend who is in town for the ASA conference (American Sociological Association, for those of you not up on your academic acronyms). He's a former colleague, actually, but a friend all the same. Once upon a time I attended this conference as an exhibitor. Now apparently I just follow it around visiting old friends.
I wasn't in town for very long, but it was great seeing my friend. He lives in the UK, so visits are few and far between. We spent a fair portion of our time drinking, and I attempted to explain baseball to him. Shut up, Alex. I can actually explain the game, I just can't quote stats. 
Have you ever heard of Pimms? Me either. Neil insisted I try some. In fact, he bought me a bottle and then insisted on finding lemonade so we could drink some. It's not half bad, but you definitely need to cut it with something. No one knows the exact recipe, but I have a sneaking sus…