Today is Sunday. It is a lazy snowy sort of day. I haven’t felt much like eating or doing very much except for finishing a good book I was reading.

I’ve had a green smoothie and 3 macaroons. God I love those things.

“When are you going to make dinner, Mom?” Quinn just asked me.

“And what are you going to make for dinner, Mom?”

“I’m  making burgers, Quinn, and I am starting dinner right now”.

But honestly, it feels sort of tiring to have to make two dinners tonight. I don’t have any veggie burgers because I was too engrossed in my book to go to the store today. I don’t really feel like having to make both them and me dinner. But I have to eat. And they have to eat. So I don’t really have a choice. This is where cans of soup come in handy, I guess….

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I had half a can of Amy’s Black Bean soup and some frozen french fries for dinner. I made burgers for the boys- organic, grass-fed, local burgers.

I like burgers. Or maybe I should say, I liked burgers.

I eat them without a bun, but with some nice sharp cheddar slightly melted on it, topped with avocado, spinach, onion and the very delicious zucchini relish my mother in law keeps us well supplied with. And lots of fresh ground pepper. It’s one of my favorite meals.

But I had a stupid can of soup that I didn’t really even want instead. Cassidy didn’t eat a burger either. He fixed it the way he likes burgers, with pickles and spinach and ketchup, but left it on the plate untouched.

“I think your veganism is rubbing off on me now too, Mom”, he said. “I was just feeling bad about the cow…”.

Quinn, however, succeeded in eating the entire thing.

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