I am sitting down to lunch: romaine and spinach and celery and avocado and kimchee salad with veggie burger on top – this is somewhat standard fare at this point. But I like it. Tasty, satisfying, filling.
I warm up the veggie burger in the toaster oven and in the last minute or so I throw a bunch of sesame seeds on the tray to toast and sprinkle those over the salad. I like the flavor and the texture that they add.
For breakfast I had quinoa flakes with trail mix, coconut butter and a bit of maple syrup. That held me over nicely until now.
Last night for dinner I did an experiment that was pretty much a fail. I bought these beautiful purple on the outside yams that I thought would be orange on the inside like sweet potatoes, with the intention of making oven baked french fries with them.
But they were pale on the inside and dense and mealy and really hard to eat after they were cooked . I served them with Brussel sprouts that I finished with diluted cider instead of butter like I usually do and they basically sucked.
The boys had chicken breasts as well. I ate the lousy vegetables. No one was particularly happy.
And then at 9pm I got really hungry so I had some Mary’s Gone Crackers with some salsa. Oh, and I also had a coconut milk yogurt. That was weird, not sure I will have one of those again.
I was making my own raw milk yogurt for a while, using like half cream and half milk. So creamy and yummy! But then I noticed I was getting constipated and that was all I could attribute it to – once I stopped eating it I stopped having that problem.
But the way I am wanting dairy I may just have to make a batch when I am done. Hope I don’t make myself sick when I go back to dairy and eggs….
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Just finished dinner. I made meatloaf for the boys and one of those Amy’s vegan pizzas for myself. It was my intention to just eat half, which I did, at dinner. But after dinner, I ate the other half. Damn. I was going to eat that for breakfast. I can’t say as I did anything to work up an extra big appetite today. I guess I was just feeling sort of piggy. Now it is only 7pm but I am in a vague carb coma and could just go to sleep.
Note to self: There is no reason to eat the entire pizza. Next time, please only eat half the pizza.
Quinn struggled to eat his meatloaf and afterwards said to me, “Your veganism is rubbing off on me. It has to stop. Meat is an important part of my diet!”
He claims I am not putting the love into the meat I prepare any more and he can taste it. My husband can’t tell the difference. But the boys really can. And it’s true that I am not putting the love in it – I am having to hold back the disgust actually. So no wonder why he can’t eat it… I’m putting a bad vibe in where I used to only put good vibes in.