I keep having dreams where I'm eating a muffin and someone shouts, "noooo". "That has dairryyyyyy," they say in slow motion, their mouth moving at a different pace than their words. I turn the muffin over in my hand, surveying it, as if I can see the dairy or eggs in the delicious dessert, and then I wake up. And I wonder, it's been only twelve days, and my dreams are vegan.
Yesterday I made vegan mac' and cheese. The soul vegetarian version with nutritional yeast and...mustard? Let's just say the mustard added an interesting flavor and why does all soy milk have vanilla flavoring? It's a greasy mess, but it's tasty. And I don't care if I gain some extra weight gorging myself on vegetable oil and beet molasses growth (basically nutritional yeast). I need to eat something good. Speaking of "good", or rather, "great"... On the way back from Sarasota on Sunday (Peter had an ultimate frisbee tournament), we stopped in Gainesville to watch the beginning of the NFL playoffs. We ate at a place called the Reggae Shack Cafe. I used to live in Gainesville, and I never ate here. I think my perspective of that city has changed ever since I turned 21. Anyways, I ate the best food I've ever had and it was all vegan. Tempeh curry, red beans and rice, plantains, and cabbage. Delicious! I need to learn how to cook like that.
Poor Peter. I made that mac and cheese last night, and he ate it, but damn, it wasn't really that good. I made a shit ton of it too. So hopefully my roommate will like it.
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