The first thing I did upon Will’s return was hop in an uber with him and take him straight to Kettleman’s Bagels in the Glebe, Ottawa. I had a sesame bagel with vegan cream cheese. He had the vegetarian. I used to get it all the time in high school. That spicy eggplant rocks my world.
Normally, I like to keep my recipe posts short and sweet. Stick to the facts. Talk about the food. You know the routine. But today I want to talk New Year’s reflections, resolutions, the future — not soup.
Last month, I sampled the vegan burger at Holy Chuck. It’s a fast-food burger joint that reminds me of America. The food is intentionally greasy. The fries are served in massive piles. The only vegetables in sight are the single piece of lettuce and that a couple slices of tomato used as garnish on your burger.
Tofu scramble is one of my absolute favourite breakfast meals in the world. I started making this long before my vegan days began. It’s a friendly way to introduce yourself to the dreaded, supposedly bland food. Well, it’s true that tofu is bland but if you season it properly it should take on the flavour of the spices you use.
A week ago I posted a photo of this spaghetti with cauliflower Alfredo and grilled radicchio on Instagram. It was an impromptu meal that I threw together with leftover ingredients. Anyways, I think it’s my most liked post yet, which is funny given the circumstances. It was so easy to make and the photo was shot at my dining table in the worst lighting ever.
A cozy restaurant with a tiny open kitchen awaited us on the other side of the door. I would guess Luna seats no more than 30-40 people. All the staff we’re kind of whimsical-edgy-hippie-ladies except for one dude carrying a large slab of meat. It was definitely my vibe.
Winter is coming and I have wool on the mind — among other things. When I transitioned to a vegan diet nutrition and environmental sustainability were the basis for my decision. My wardrobe wasn’t a major concern. Of course, I support animal rights but throwing away my knitwear and leather shoes didn’t align with my whole “waste not, want not” philosophy. I read a blog post by Veganzinga on this; my own post is quite similar to hers. I thought it was worth reiterating some of her points because the vegan community is occasionally dogmatic when it comes to practicing “a vegan lifestyle”. In order for this movement to be inclusive and sustainable we need to push for a more openminded approach.
I don’t want to buy clothing, makeup or other non-food items that are manufactured using animal products. Since going vegan I have stopped purchasing these items altogether and I am slowly replacing them one by one. For example, when I first made the switch I had a lot of old makeup so I replaced it all with a vegan brand called Inika.
But I still own a few wool sweaters, leather boots, a pair of moccasins with fur on them, etc. Yet, if I gave away all my wool sweaters wouldn’t someone else just wear them? Not to mention, I can’t exactly afford a brand new wardrobe. How would I keep warm and dry if got rid of all my winter clothes? Finally, throwing away anything that is still in good condition is wasteful and undermines what I set out to do in the first place, which was to lead a more sustainable lifestyle. I understand some vegans would feel uncomfortable wearing the product. I understand why they might choose to donate their items. For my part, I am comfortable acknowledging the sacrifice that was made and using my products until they’re worn out or until I am able to afford a replacement.
Pressed café is located downtown Ottawa on Gladstone. They serve sandwiches, coffee, cheap beer and pub fare. Given that I haven’t really been anywhere in Ottawa for the past seven years I wasn’t expecting much from this café. My knowledge of the city is limited and last I checked there wasn’t a whole lot of vegan food on offer. It was a pleasant surprise to discover Pressed has quite a few vegan options on their menu.
I wanted to save this spooky pasta post until I had time to photograph it with some sauce. Then, I realized that I am never going to have time for anything in my life again. Honestly, I do not know how non-professional bloggers find the time to cook, photograph and eat their spooky pasta while still attending to their jobs, relationships and household chores. It is impossible!
The End of Food by Paul Roberts feels a little like reading Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Clearly, there are plenty of dissimilarities between a heavily researched, non-fiction account of the food system and a Christmas-themed ghost story set in 19th century London. Yet, the comparison is accurate insofar as the two books share similar themes; their narratives revolve around greed, hunger, death and whether or not a single human being’s desire to change for the greater good will indeed do any good at all.