Yesterday was day one of my journey into a plant-based diet. I’m not calling it vegan or vegetarian. That sounds too much like I joined a cult.
We went to the new health food store near our house. I thought they’d have vegetables and such but it was just a bigger version of every other health food store I’d ever been in. You know, dried over priced, packaged, grains and sea weed. We bought some organic vinegars and soy sauces. I found my favorite pickles, Bubbies. They had Kosher Dills and bread and butter chips. We got both. I got a honey lemon-aid and Darlene got a regular. I did find black and white Quinoa and a couple of different rice mixtures, nothing special and it was 75 freak’n dollars. Looks like the transition to a complete organic diet is going to be delayed for a while.
I had Red Quinoa for lunch seasoned with soy sauce and rice vinegar. I was satisfied then, I’m not so sure I can speak for another round today. I do drink a lot of water, which seems to help fill me up.
I tried to be interesting for dinner. I fried egg plant slices in my newly acquired toasted sesame oil with sweet onions in rings and a clove or two of garlic. I arranged a nice bed of alfalfa sprouts on a plate covered with rocket arugula leaves as a nest for my eggplant. After pulling the eggplant from the skillet (possibly a little to late) I added the remainder of the Quinoa I had for lunch to the hot pan with the onions. I tossed those around a little and seasoned everything with tamari sauce and plated it. The meal was ok, but neither of us went for more and Darlene didn’t eat all of her onions. I finished the meal with a pot of hot tea. I was far from full, but not hungry either. I didn’t photograph the process or the final product because I was embarrassed.
I conclude that there must be better, more satisfying plant-based dishes out there and I intend to find them. If you have a special sauce or dressing for your greens, please let me know. I don’t want to sound like a whiner but I’m pissed that the system has screwed up everything, even eating, and that I have to forage for food that won’t poison me or clog my arteries. I’m in the first stage of grieving but I’ll get better. Hang in there with me, I’ll still be looking for interesting meat recipes, I’m just trying to correct for years of improper diet right now. – jughandle