i’m starting to think that perhaps i’ve had a relatively easy time with this vegan september because my lovely bf kevin has been out of town since the 2nd.
i picked him up from the airport today, and the first thing we settled upon, after the hugs and kisses, was that we were both starving.
sigh. we also made this lame agreement that, in the name of saving money, we would refrain from eating out at restaurants for september. balls.
he was craving mac and cheese, and i didn’t give a shit if i ate anything. temper temper. visions of celery sticks danced in my head. i wanted some goddam tom yun goong. a baguette with some goats cheese and a bottle of wine. finished with a cinnamon bun, extra butter.
i settled on amy’s chili, extra spicy, the regular sodium kind. ooo, how naughty.
came home to watch in irritation as he melted butter, added whipped cream and ridiculous amounts of cheese to make an amazing alfredo sauce (apparently nutmeg is the key ingredient. this i never knew) he combined the sauce with (bless his heart) organic rice pasta, and topped with.. yup, you guessed it, more cheese.
i was drawn to the oven like sleeping beauty to the spinning wheel. glazed eyes and everything. i watched the bubbling, crispy cheese with the occasional spurt of alfredo like a sick, perverted weirdo. ‘this is crap!’ i exclaimed. he continued to wrap the cheese and said calmly ‘you will not make me feel guilty about this’. fair enough.
today, i ran into almost everything that i love in dairy form. organic yogurt covered pretzels, an americano with organic cream and honey, the freshly baked scones at the coffee shop, chocolate, chocolate everywhere, free samples of brie on expensive crackers…the list could go on.
and yet, my friends, i remain, sincerely, vegan. guilty only of over-using commas.
phew.
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