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August 17th, 2009

I’m having my two cousins and a new cousin in law over for dinner.  This morning I decided on a simple meal which somehow spiralled out of control – I ended up preparing several dishes from scratch and cleaning the entire apartment (minus the office, which despite my best intentions always looks like hell) and doing all the laundry.  As usual having guests turned into a full day of preparation for me.  Now I am tired but I have the following ready to serve tonight:

Spicy garlic and cauliflower soup with flat leaf parsley

Roasted tomato, onion, garlic, and artichoke sauce for pasta

A green salad

Chocolate raspberry mousse.  This started as chocolate mousse with a raspberry coulis topping but somehow when I poured the mousse into dessert cups I poured for four, when there will be five eaters.  I tried redistributing the amounts to a fifth cup but it looked messy, and in the process I tasted it and decided it wasn’t chocolately enough.  I scraped it all back into the blender (coulis included) for more cocoa and another round of blending.  I washed the cups and repoured the redone mousse, this time into five cups, and now I am hoping it sets up properly.  No egg whites, of course, so who knows how it will behave?  It may be loose but it tastes good.

So that’s been my day.  I intended to do a lot of reading but didn’t have any time for it between grocery shopping, bathroom and floor cleaning, laundry, dishes, and cooking.  You know, my experience of being a stay at home wife has taught me that it’s not hyperbole when they say properly caring for a home is a full time job.  It really is – and I don’t even have kids!

But anyway dinner is going to kick ass.

Miscellany from Sunday

August 17th, 2009

1. The sick  bird pooped on me this morning when I was trying to change his water.  I was tempted to just leave the old water in there as punishment, but what kind of asshole does that?  I brought him fresh but I glared really hard at the bird the whole time.  The birds are going home today and frankly I will not miss the little shitter.

2. My relaxed diet plan is failing and I am going back to starving, starting this morning.  I am sorry to bore you with these details but I find it motivating to put it in writing, so there you go.

3. I went hiking yesterday and it was awesome.  Except for the part where my shoes, which are not hiking shoes, rubbed all the skin off my right heel leading to bleeding and general grossness.  It didn’t hurt but when your hiking companions are giving you regular updates on the status of your pulped flesh you feel like you ought to do something about it, for aesthetic reasons if nothing else.  I applied a bandage and only then did I realize that actually it had been sort of painful, because all of a sudden it felt much better.  So hooray for aesthetics!  Or something.

4. I totally cheated on being a vegan yesterday.  I had a small ice cream cone at the base of the mountain, my first in nearly two years.  It was truly, deeply delicious and I enjoyed it thoroughly.  Until I got a stomach ache, at which point I swore off dairy again.  Until dinner, when I had pizza with cheese on it.  Also delicious, but unpleasantly greasy and I don’t know if that’s because the pizza was unusually greasy of if that’s just the way cheese is.  In either case I am back to not eating dairy and glad to do so.  It was a nice holiday but… yeah.  All done now.

Garden: Why?

July 18th, 2009

We’re in the middle of a deck overhaul at our apartment.  We currently have a ~450 square foot deck with a lot of built in furniture and plantboxes which we just finished tearing out due to extensive dry rot.  The new replacements boxes are being installed and this has coincided beautifully with my new passion to plant.  I talked with my landlord today and he’s agreed that, a few major plant sites aside, we are free to use the plant boxes for anything we like.  So I have the run of several spacious planter boxes – well, spacious for a city apartment anyway. I’m so excited!

As you know, I never do anything without first reading a book on it.  Yesterday I picked up this book: Fresh Food From Small Spaces: The square inch gardener’s guide to year round growing, fermenting and sprouting.  It’s intended for people in cities who live in apartments, and though I don’t know about the fermenting bit (sounds icky), the rest sounds perfect.

It’s late in the year for planting anything other than lettuces, radishes, and overwinter plants (I have no idea what that means yet) but I’m not letting that stop me.  Lettuces we shall have!  And maybe I can rustle up some mature plants to introduce to my patch now – I was thinking herbs might be good for this.  Do vegetable plants survive transplanting when they are in the middle of, er, producing?  Can you even buy such a thing?

It’s going to be a blast learning about how to make a garden.  And I am feeling very lucky that I live on the sunny side of the building with a big deck with landlord financed planter boxes.  Whee!

JBrydle asked what brought this all on.  Really it’s been a five year or so process, though the tipping point was watching the movie Food Inc. earlier this week.  When I lived in Halifax I got interested in the food industry and started reading books, particularly those by Marion Nestle, about how the food industry works.  I won’t reproduce her arguments here, but basically the idea is that “big food” acts to prevent regulatory oversight that is necessary for disease and death prevention, while unduly influencing consumers away from healthful choices. Other books I was influenced by were Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation and more recently Raj Patel’s Stuffed and Starved.  So I already had some notion of the evils of mass food production as it is currently practiced, yet I never made a move away from that industry.  It wasn’t something I dwelled much on – I never became interested in trying to source local food or avoiding highly processed stuff.  I shopped exclusively at Safeway.  It was just easier I suppose.

And then I watched Food Inc.  As I wrote about earlier, it was hard to watch the animal scenes, and in the midst of feeling grief and anger at the thoughtless treatment of feeling creatures… the rest of the movie happened, and I realized my outrage at factory animal “processing” is no different than outrage and grief at the abuse of impoverished workers,  manipulation and exploitation of farmers at the hands of major buying cartels, and environmental devastation as a result of intensive farming practices.  If I could make a change with veganism, why not with those other things?  Most of that movie was not new information to me, but somehow I had never felt as deeply moved by those issues before.

Become a vegetarian was a huge change in my life and I think it’s made me more comfortable with change, and has also given me a sense of agency and power in the world that I didn’t have before.  I used to eat the way my parents and fellow white Canadians eat, mindlessly.  Then one day I realized I needed to opt out of a system I saw as inexcusably cruel – and while some people say my refusal to eat meat changes nothing, I don’t see it that way.  Not only is there about four hundred pounds of meat no longer being demanded in the market, and a voice spreading the message of compassion and health – but there was a big change inside me.  For the first time I realized I didn’t have to just do what everyone else does simply because it’s what everyone else does.  I can be an active moral agent and make choices, even unpopular ones, that I come to on my own, through my own process of inquiry and self exploration.  I don’t really know how to explain how empowering that has been for me.

And now that I know I can do things like that, I am much more ready to make further “radical” changes for similar reasons.  I don’t want my food to come to me after thousands of miles of fossil fuel burning transport.  I don’t want to have cheap fruit that requires abused immigrant workers to harvest.  I don’t want to encourage Monsanto to make more pesticides that require farmers to use only Monsanto patented seeds (illegal to save season to season) to survive them.   Whereas I do want to encourage small scale farming outfits that retain diversity in the crops.   I want to grow my own produce that supplements my groceries so I spend less, and connect to the earth more.

So, while I know nothing about gardening or living more sustainably, I am excited to learn how and start making changes.  I’ll never be perfect, but I could do much better than I currently do.  It feels right to me.

Food Inc.

July 17th, 2009

Last night we saw the movie Food Inc.  I thought it was great, and definitely recommend it: It’s about the industrialization of food production and how this impacts workers, eaters, and the environment.  Also a bit about the animals, but not too much, and thank god, because I cry every single time I see cows being mauled by forklifts or pigs being shoved around by machinery while screaming.  That shit freaks me out… which I take to be a sign that my empathy switches are all properly aligned, but it does make for some painful viewing moments.

Leaving the theatre, Husband said: “Once again I am so glad we don’t eat animal products.  You know, I regularly come across material that makes me say things like that, whereas I never see anything about how animals are used for food that makes me say My god what have I done! Let’s buy some burgers!

But it’s not a pro-vegan or even a pro-vegetarian movie.  The sympathy group is clearly the workers, with farmers getting some billing.  The hero of the movie spends some time on screen killing and gutting chickens, to give you an idea.

In any case, it’s really got me thinking about how I shop.  I already, as you know, eat exclusively vegan food at home.  But I still do buy some highly processed, prepackaged food – and I don’t buy from local producers or farmer’s markets.  I am going to start looking more seriously into changing how I shop.  I was quite moved by the movie’s message of voting with what you buy, three times a day.  I don’t pay people to mistreat and kill animals, why do I continue to pay them to mistreat employees and control farmers and trash the environment?

But really what I want to do is buy a patch of land and learn to be a small scale subsistence farmer.  I don’t know a damn thing about growing plants or preserving food or any of that stuff, but how amazing would it be if I learned!  Who’s with me!

Food in Vegas

July 13th, 2009

The food on our trip was not very good.  Vegas is Meatland and most restaurants don’t even have a vegetarian option, never mind vegan.  For basically the first time in our vegan careers we walked away from restaurants because there was nothing to eat.  I basically subsisted on buffet refried beans, sort of ignoring that they are probably fried in lard.  I relented somewhat and ate some dairy here and there, mainly because I am not willing to live on salad and bread, which actually was a nice treat, though I am more than ready to ditch the dairy again.  That stuff is bad for my bowels.

I am so happy to be back home, where I can have good food again.  I like how I cook and I love the freedom to make anything I please without having to wring my hands over whether this restaurant or that might have a vegan version of miso soup.  It used to be that holidays were the Time Of Great Food Cooked By Others, but now they are the Time of Crappy Salads and No Legumes.   It seems that even places which try to offer a vegan option often fall short of the mark: it’s a salad, or it has no protein, or it’s “health food” and has no salt or flavour. 

The one thing I had that was really great – and which I will try to recreate today – was a lentil soup I ordered at an Indian restaurant.  It was about 6pm and I was in the middle of my only hangover of the holiday, which I earned by commencing the pina coladas at about 10am that morning.  I downed two Gravols and noted that my tender stomach was not in the mood for much but gentle, inoffensive soup.  Enter the lentil soup, which fit the bill exactly.  It was hot, barely thicker than a clear soup, with a gentle flavour that was nonetheless perfect. 

I was so happy to have a soup I could keep down I decided to try and figure out its ingredients for reproduction.  Here is my recipe:

Some fat: I used a teaspoon of Earth Balance margarine, but you could use butter or oil.  Sautee 1/8 teaspoon of coriander (or cumin) and 1/8 teaspoon dried red pepper flakes.  Add:

1 can coconut milk, solids and liquids.

2 cups broth, faux chicken or vegetable, plus half a cup water.

Bring to a boil, then add:

Lentils, 1/4 cup.  Use the red kind that fall apart and become mushy fast.  Cook for about 15 minutes, then use an immersion blender to make the soup smooth.

Cilantro, finely chopped and sprinkled over the top at the end.

Lemon wedges served on the side for squeezing.

This would be great served with steamed jasmine rice and a light salad containing chickpeas as a great summer dinner.  It’s not a bold soup, but rather has a certain delicacy that I just love.

Mexican! (And Cheese)

June 30th, 2009

Why have I not been cooking traditional Mexican before?  Like all peasant foods it is pretty much ready made for vegans, and also happens to be delicious.  I love rice and beans, and after this weekend discovered I love properly made fresh corn tortillas too.  Add salsa and guacamole and the potential for endless variations in saucing and spicing and you have one happy plant eater!  I picked up a good cookbook and today am venturing forth in search of a tortilla press and some masa harina.

Last night I made steamed flour tortillas dipped in a seared tomato and jalapeno sauce, wrapped around some long simmered pinto beans, then covered in more sauce, chopped white onion, pickled jalapeno slivers and cilantro sprigs – Husband declared it “a knockout meal.”  I agree!

Also, as part of a quick hash I made for lunch yesterday (hash is what I call any stewy dish with a tomato base plus whatever veggies I have kicking around), I used some corn on the cob.  I boiled it briefly and then cut it off the cob (tip: cutting raw corn off the cob results in a horrific spray of corn milk everywhere, but if it’s been boiled a few minutes first this doesn’t happen), tossed it in the hash, and discovered – shock! – that fresh corn off the cob is vastly superior to the frozen stuff I’ve been using for years.  It was sweet and firm/bursty.  I am officially crossing frozen corn off my “okay to use” list whenever real corn is in season.

And, annoyance: I went to the fancy upscale grocery store downtown (Urban Fare) in search of vegan cheese, and while they had a few soy cheeses, all of them contain casein.  Casein is a dairy protein and comes from cows, making soy cheese ethically/dietary-restrictionally equivalent to regular cheese.  Except it tastes much worse and doesn’t melt.  If you’re going to eat soy cheese with casein you might as well just eat the good (real) stuff.  I don’t even know why they make that stupid soy-casein stuff.  Anyway, there is a good brand of vegan cheese (it even melts!) called Follow Your Heart, but Urban Fare doesn’t carry it.  Fuck!

Growing Up & The GG

May 28th, 2009

I saw this somwhere recently and I love it:

“When vegetarians grow up they become vegans.”

It’s so true.  All the arguments for vegetarianism apply to dairy and eggs also, particularly from the factory system.  I don’t think ovo-lacto vegetarianism is philosophically coherent.  It  beats meat eating but it’s not quite finished, you know?  And most vegans started at vegetarians who eventually came to realize they were still supporting cruelty and even meat eating (veal calfs are a byproduct of the dairy industry).

Speaking of incoherent philosophy, everyone needs to lay off the governor general.  Yes she ate some seal heart. So what?  You probably ate some cow/pig/chicken recently.  Guess what?  Those animals live way shittier lives than seals, even baby seals clubbed and skinned alive.  You should see what happens to animals in the factory farming system.  Eating some seal is no worse than eating a cow or wearing fur or any of those things that most folks do without batting an eye.  The hypocrisy of this just kills me.

Anyway, I like that line.

Various; Religion

April 6th, 2009

I just got an email from work with the subject line “JEANS DAY!” which I initially read as “JESUS DAY!” – funny in a bizarre sort of way but also an indication of the amount of brainpower I have been spending on religion (specificially my lack of it) lately.  You know, atheism is just not a big part of my life.  The only time I think about it is when I am presented with some sort of religious stimulus (“God hates figs!” and the like).  But otherwise, I just putter along living my life in what is probably a pretty boring manner to most of you.  Unless you find hunching over the laptop reading blogs and flipping idly through a book exciting.  Certainly I do but I imagine you have higher standards.

So, this blog is not a representative sample of what goes through my head on any given day.  But since it’s all some of you get (others being people I know in real life), I got to wondering what sort of person you think I am based on these writings.  Note I stopped doing really foolish things when I met Husband so I am not asking for your answer (I like being crushed as much as the next person but it’s hardly fair of me to hog all the bad press at once, wouldn’t you say?).  I’m just doing what I always do, thinking aloud here.

This probably makes me sound pretty thoughtful, hey?  Ha.

Anyway, I’m not religious in the slightest and I get bristly when religious folk try to get the rest of us to do things their way (teaching “intelligent design” comes to mind, or perhaps hosting JESUS DAY at work) but other than that, it’s just not a big deal.  Live and let live, I say.  People should be nice to each other and to animals and certainly to children, and it helps if you put on your turn signal before getting to the light, and… and that about covers it.

And now I am somehow back on the topic of religion which I always dread because I just know I’m going to get comments (you know what I mean… comments) and I am of a delicate constitution, but here is an interesting idea I came across the other day when I was reading: Say you are trying to find out how many people believe in God, perhaps as a percentage of the population.  There is no way to tell the difference between true believers and people who merely believe in the belief in God (ie, think it’s a good idea even if they don’t personally believe or have a lot of doubts, or who think they should say they do even if they don’t, etc.)1 .  Isn’t that interesting?  Wouldn’t it be fascinating if, say, 90% of all the people who say they believe in God in those government polls are really only believers in belief?  The part that is so juicy here is, how could you ever find out the truth?  I don’t think you ever could!  I had never considered this before, being basically a trusting person who assumes that when people say they believe in God, they believe in God.  But not all of them do!

I wonder what would happen if the believers in belief had their fears put to rest (fear of whatever it is that prompts them to endorse a belief they do not actually have).   In other words, why is atheism such a big deal?  (At last I get back to the point!)  Other than my little hobby of writing about it here, atheism is a tiny thing in my life.  Like the bus ad said, There probably is no God.  Now go enjoy your life.  I don’t lie awake nights tortured over being an atheist – I just do my thing.  And I hope you will pardon a little horn blowing, but I think I am a pretty good example of how religion is not required to lead a moral life.  I’m so concerned about others that I won’t even eat the unfertilized egg of a free range chicken.  I care about animals and I also care about people: I am preparing for a career that will be spent trying to help people become happier and more emotionally whole.  I attend family dinners.  I don’t cheat on my husband or on my taxes.  I offer my seat on the bus to elderly, pregnant, and disabled folks.  I buy carbon offsets for my environmental abuses and I donate to charity.  And all without God.  Just because I believe it is the right thing to do.

And it’s just not a big deal!

  1. Dennett, Daniel C. (2006). Breaking the spell: Religion as a natural phenomenon. USA: Penguin. []

Meat Study: Cancer, Heart Attack, Death

March 26th, 2009

Just going to work so not much time to polish this, but I wanted to get it out before I head out the door:

Have you all read the new study on the hazards of eating meat?  I’ll save you the suspense: it’s bad for you.  Death, cancer, heart attack, stroke.  EAT PLANTS!  (Link to study at bottom.)

This study compared several eating patterns, including red meat, white meat, and processed meat as separate categories, and sorted by amount eaten.  It then measured health outcomes: general mortality, cancer, and cardiovascular disease (heart attack and stroke).  This is the single biggest and probably most important study ever done on the effects of eating meat and it is enormously important for people to understand it.

The study is impressive for its sheer size – over 500,000 individuals, which is astronomical (and has the advantage of cancelling out a number of interependent variables).  Also it was a prospective study, so the hypothesis was generated before hand and watched for rather than post hoc fitting the findings to some newly generated hypothesis.  And those half million people have been being followed for a decade and they’re still going.

The only type of study more powerful than this would be a randomized controlled trial, where people are assigned to conditions or controls – but it’s not possible to do this sort of study when it comes to eating habits in the real world.  In the real world, it’s much more useful (and also practical) to study people’s actual habits, which tend to stay stable.  The confounds here are, for example, what elements are also associated with red meat eating that could cause death (the study authors note smoking as a potential confound).  But this is the beauty of the huge n study – many confounds will be cancelled out due to enormous breadth of participants.

The hazard ratios (the multiplier of getting a certain disease outcome because of exposure to a certain risk factor) are broken down by disease, gender, and level of consumption – very informative!  For example, if you are in the top 20% of red meat eaters and a woman, you are 1.2 times more likely to die of cancer than someone in the bottom quintile (20%).  1.2 times might not sound like a lot but it amounts to a 20% increase over a population, which is enormous!  And what if you’re in that 20%?  And that’s just the top meat eaters.

These numbers would almost certainly be even higher (I am guessing) if they had had a “control” group of strictly non-meat eating people.

You can read the actual study here:
http://archinte.ama-assn.org/cgi/content/full/169/6/562

Underground Economy

March 24th, 2009

I have said it before, but I’m saying it again: the great tragedy of housewifery is that you can spend eight solid hours working at it and to anyone else on planet earth it looks like you sat on the couch reading all day.  In fact, to compound the tearing-hair-out irony (or is it irony? I never know), this is in fact the point of housewifery.  It is supposed to look effortless.  Effortless is exactly what clean houses with yummy food and stocked larders look like.

Who’s to know I spent two hours wrestling with bags of moist soil and plants and pots, shifting each plant from its restrictive current home to a pot one size up, allowing for growth and health which will result in a beautiful living room full of nice smelling lovelies?  Who’s to know I trucked my ass to Safeway in the pouring rain to select an assortment of healthy yet delicious foodstuffs, all of which require great gobs of time to store and clean and transform into meals, not to mention cleaning up afterward?  Who will congratulate me for remembering to buy vitamins and floss, both of which we needed and both of which I forgot to write on my list?  Who’s to know I spent half an hour trying to get the creepy brown stain out of one of the nice big white bowls to ensure we don’t eat off something harbouring germs?

NO ONE, that’s who.  Except you, of course, and this is why I keep a blog: I am desperate for acknowledgment and appreciation which the world is not ready to hand over.

So.  I love it when my house is clean and there is food and everything is orderly and full.  I just think it is a crying shame that no one will ever know how much work I put in to get it this way.

Also, if any of my vegetarian readers know of a good brand of fake meat sausages, cough it up.  The ones I’ve tried all taste like cheap hot dogs.  How disappointing.