Change is almost never easy, even when we are the ones who implement it. Seriously, sometimes I just want to give up and say screw you, cows, I’m having a steak. I’ve started working outside the home for the first time in over five years and the adjustment hasn’t been terrible, but sometimes I just don’t want to bother with vegetarian food. I get that evil little voice inside me saying, go on, you’ve worked hard, now take a break — you can always start again tomorrow.
Luckily for me, my mom and I share the same feelings about meat and pretty much every major step towards vegetarianism I’ve taken, she’s taken as well. The thing that sucks is she lives all the way on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, so any moral support we provide each other is done over the phone or the computer. But for right now, my parents are here on a two week visit so they could be here for my daughter’s fourth birthday, and it has been really, really nice to have someone vegetarian-ish around the house. For one thing, she helps me out in the kitchen with food prep (since my cooking gene came from my Dad) but more importantly, I have someone to actually eat the food with me.
Maybe that sounds strange because I’ve mentioned before that I cook every single day, and obviously what I cook gets eaten. But sometimes it gets, for lack of a better word, lonely to eat separate food from everyone else. Having someone to talk to about, cook and eat vegetarian food with makes the whole experience much more enjoyable. Even if it’s only for a couple of weeks, the time spent with my mom always results in a lot of wonderful memories and some amazing new vegetarian recipes to add to my arsenal, as well as renewed faith in my seemingly neverending quest to say goodbye to meat for good.
So that’s nice, you say, but what the hell does a picture of pasta e fagioli have to do with that? Well, it’s just one of the awesome inventions my mom and I have come up with in the past week and a half. Recipe coming soon to a computer screen near you….