This is what happens when you’re on vacation.
Because I am interested in food and cooking I like to spend time reading and researching the cooking/vegetarian/vegan/health blogosphere. Let me tell you: It’s madness out there, and unless I quickly happen upon something lovely and lighthearted such as an adorable video of Isa Chandra Moskowitz and her sidekick, Terry Hope Romero, making tamales while mispronouncing Spanish words, I run away, shielding my eyes and ears from one more forum on why cow’s milk, asprin, sugar, and carbohydrates are devil spawn. I just can’t take it! I want to be in the loop! I want to be healthy (don’t we all?)! And of course, I can’t bear the thought that I might be poisoning my child, husband and self with a refrigerator and pantry full of irresponsible foods. But I can’t take the guilt, folks, and after reading a few too many internet rants on why I should be whipping myself for letting my daughter wear non-cloth diapers (I TRIED, they SMELL ALL THE TIME, yes even after you wash and WASH and WASH them) I feel like I just may throw the towel in altogether and go roast a lamb for dinner in rebellion.
Truthfully, eating meat is not my style, but I feel like there is no place for us moderates. Those of us who will still eat eggs and use organic sugar in their baked goods, and even pop the occasional Ibuprofen when we have a splitting headache, have no place in either the eco-friendly, vegetable eating world, nor in the meat-eating one. We are nomads without a people or a guru, and it’s lonely out here.
And while we are on the subject of things to feel guilty about, I am just going to give you the full confession (not that anyone asked).
Sometimes I don’t recycle (sorry, Kirsta).
I have occasionally, when the need arose and I didn’t have time to determine another way, used gelatin.
At this very moment, there is a container of Thai curry in my refrigerator with one of its ingredients blacked out with sharpie ink, because I don’t want my husband to know that I didn’t read the whole label before purchasing it.
I do own a can of Crisco.
I don’t ask what they put in the broth at our favorite Thai Restaurant, because I like to live dangerously, and it tastes so effing good.
I still, once in a blue moon, smoke a cigarette (sorry, Mom)
I usually forget to bring my own bag (haha, screw you Whole Foods and your whole evil, no-plastic-bags-for-customers-even-on-a-rainy-day empire).
I’m sure there are more, but right now I need to go make some herbal tea and throw out the whole milk in my fridge and maybe do the neti pot. Then I will bake some chocolate chip cookies, which my daughter will surely eat before dinner.