it's like a warzone living here!
hello fellow canadian vegans, i just wanted to share a story with you. besides the fact that i am in madrid for a year on exchange and there is not much at all for vegans here, i am currently living with a rather large (in number) family. i just want to say that it is like a warzone in the kitchen and i have been drafted into one of the biggest, most important war for peace: "humane eating and living: being vegan in a non-vegan land". the backside skins of cows sizzling on one pan, entire fish bodies were frying in another... things that were once "living in mother nature"--swimming in overcrowded concrete pools and "grazing" in crowded barns overeating on anything but what cows were meant to graze on--were now being expelled into the grease-filled air from extreme temperatures and the saturated fats of other animals they would not have been so unlucky to meet otherwise. it is a scary experience for any animal or vegan alike, and hunger has sent me here to make my lunch.
i absolutely dread this time of the week every friday. i take my bottle of organic san miguel beer and toss it back thinking tomorrow won't be this grand. weekends are the worst because that's when people who don't live here otherwise come in to help cook and eat. today is saturday. it's just the beginning. "i can do this," i said to myself. i took a deep breath, fastened my, err, flip flops--yes i am a brave one to wear open-toed footwear in this field. i ran in, cringing everytime i touched a common cupboard handle or the fridge door and rinsing shortly there after, i opened the fridge and whipped the veggies out and onto the clean table, one by one--lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, onion, red pepper--washed what needed washing, cut what needed cutting--frantically running around the kitchen doing this. i grabbed a plate, making sure there was no evidence of last night's kill, i rinsed it anyway regardless. i took a breather after assembling my salad, and whipped up an orgasmic tahini salad dressing with apple cider vinegar, cumin, cayenne, salt and a little bit of water, looking over my shoulder for pieces of flying flesh. after drizzling the vegasmic dressing on my salad, i slapped a piece of organic whole rye bread on my plate and ran out the door. i will worry about fulfilling my nutritional requirements on round two, when they're cleaning up that mess, but for now i am satisfied with my organically orgasmic vegan creation. out of breath, i sit in my room enjoying my meal, thankful that i was able to dodge every fish and cow covered splat of oil.
it CAN be done, people, in ANY part of the world in any living situation (given that you have access to fresh vegetables) as demonstrated here. i am a trooper. i can't wait for my service to end so i can return back from the war to my home in great ol' vegan toronto! enjoy toronto, if you're in it, if not for yourself, do it for me!! xo
i absolutely dread this time of the week every friday. i take my bottle of organic san miguel beer and toss it back thinking tomorrow won't be this grand. weekends are the worst because that's when people who don't live here otherwise come in to help cook and eat. today is saturday. it's just the beginning. "i can do this," i said to myself. i took a deep breath, fastened my, err, flip flops--yes i am a brave one to wear open-toed footwear in this field. i ran in, cringing everytime i touched a common cupboard handle or the fridge door and rinsing shortly there after, i opened the fridge and whipped the veggies out and onto the clean table, one by one--lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, onion, red pepper--washed what needed washing, cut what needed cutting--frantically running around the kitchen doing this. i grabbed a plate, making sure there was no evidence of last night's kill, i rinsed it anyway regardless. i took a breather after assembling my salad, and whipped up an orgasmic tahini salad dressing with apple cider vinegar, cumin, cayenne, salt and a little bit of water, looking over my shoulder for pieces of flying flesh. after drizzling the vegasmic dressing on my salad, i slapped a piece of organic whole rye bread on my plate and ran out the door. i will worry about fulfilling my nutritional requirements on round two, when they're cleaning up that mess, but for now i am satisfied with my organically orgasmic vegan creation. out of breath, i sit in my room enjoying my meal, thankful that i was able to dodge every fish and cow covered splat of oil.
it CAN be done, people, in ANY part of the world in any living situation (given that you have access to fresh vegetables) as demonstrated here. i am a trooper. i can't wait for my service to end so i can return back from the war to my home in great ol' vegan toronto! enjoy toronto, if you're in it, if not for yourself, do it for me!! xo