Oh my goodness, I'm horrified at how lax I've been with new posts.
I'm sure everyone can relate, but life the past few months has been
ridiculously crazy. I got a job, lost a job, moved three times, took a
vacation, and gained a brand new nephew.
Hello there, Caden Lucas,
and welcome to Aunties blog :)
I'm currently living with my sister and brother in law, helping them where I can, and enjoying watching my nephews first weeks. Though its making life a bit more complicated, I'm happy to get to spend as much time with him as I do, and that I can help them.
So while going through this crazy little bump in my life, I
started to think...what's the point of this blog? What am I gaining from it?
Or, better question, what are you gaining from it? Is there even a you out
there? Am I talking to myself? Probably. But I would like to think that there
was some point to this blog. I was considering this while cooking dinner for my
sister, who eats meat. That's right, I cooked meat. Touched it and everything.
It started out innocently enough, just microwaving some budget meals. Then I
started making real, honest to goodness food. At first I used latex free
gloves, which worked pretty well for me. Then one afternoon, I decided to be
brave (more like lazy. I couldn’t find the gloves, and didn’t have the patience
to turn the kitchen upside in a frenzied attempt at locating them) so I took a
deep breath, hiked up my pants (figuratively) and took the plunge. Though the
experience was very uncomfortable, and I did suppress my gag reflex several
times, it wasn’t quite the traumatic experience I expected it to be. By the
fourth day of cooking, I was even able to suppress the urge to vomit, and only
wash my hands every five minutes, instead of two. Then came the harrowing, gut
wrenching experience of dumping raw ground turkey all over my arms. That’s a
long story that I’ll save for another day, but let’s just say it consists of
several minutes of yelling, hysterical sobbing, and several unsavory words.
But back to the topic at hand. What is the point of this blog?
Since first starting this, I’ve come upon several other blogs similar to mine.
Vegetarians talking about being a vegetarian cooking vegetarian food. So what
would make mine different? And then I remembered the premise: a vegetarian, in
a primarily carnivores world. What does that look like? How does it work?
Unless your life is filled with nothing but other herbivores (ha!) you’re bound
to end up in some situation, at some point, in which you have to somehow bridge
the gap between these two worlds and, yes, cook meat. Whether helping a family
member or falling in love with a meat eater, it’s going to happen. Trust me. So
how do you handle that situation? How do you get through it? How do you cook,
when you can’t taste test anything you’re cooking?
Boo-ya, I’ve found my blog. Though it would be ideal for everyone
in my life to be vegetarian, this is hilariously presumptuous. The fact is, I
can’t control other people’s choices. I can’t pick my family; I wouldn’t change
my friends for anything. And eventually, I will meet my soul mate, the man that
God created just for me, and I will love him, whether he heats meet or tofu. Would
it be ideal if he shared the same issues with meat as I do? Of course! But I’m
not going to throw him away even if he doesn’t.
So there you have it, that’s my blog. The honest, no holds diary
of a vegetarian. Surrounded by amazing; beautiful, lovely, meat eating people
that God blessed her with, and wouldn’t change that for anything :).
So even though I'm still not quite sure if anyone's reading this, I'll do my best to make a real commitment to it.












