So I’ve been doing the veg thing for a straight month. The fella has been going strong for slightly longer thanks to the grilled-meat dalliance I had while visiting home last month.

I love that we’re doing this together, and I love doing the cooking (most of the time), but my God, we are getting bored with what has become our old standbys. There’s been a lot of sausage + squash, sausage + yellow rice + black beans, crumbles, pasta, rice, wash, rinse, repeat.

I know we’re not eating enough fresh veggies and protein, and I know we’re eating a lot of “white not right stuff,” so I’ve got spaghetti squash on the list for next week to give using that in place of pasta a try. We’re also going to get fish on occasion, and I have a few ideas from other bloggers I’ve seen, so hopefully we’ll be out of this rut in no time.

I’d been craving cold sesame noodles, so I bought some buckwheat soba, baby corn and (cheater alert!) a bottle of spicy peanut sauce for last night’s dinner. For protein, I threw in Soyboy smoked tofu, which is still my favorite tofu, and some shrimp. Not too shabby, actually, and I loved that it could be served hot or cold, which is how I’m now eating the leftovers as I type this.

This is my longest stretch of being veg, and while I feel really proud and happy, I still dream of a nice, big steak, wings and my standby build-a-burger from Counter. Is that normal for a recent convert?? I feel so guilty!


PS: If you’ve got any recipe suggestions, I’d love to hear them!

‘I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers’

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot is one of the best sounds ever in my book.

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot is one of the best sounds ever in my book.

Oh my galoshes, it seems that autumn is upon us in New York at long last, especially after the weird summerish heat we’ve had the past week or so. I can finally agree with the headline quote from L.M. Montgomery’s “Anne of Green Gables” that I’ve been seeing pop up all over Facebook.

I’ve been laying pretty low the past few days because I felt like I was getting a cold, so I haven’t exercised since late last week as I battled the utter sluggishness that comes with heat and feeling sick, and I’ve really felt the effects of not moving.

I felt down in the dumps and not good about myself at all, so today, I vowed to make the effort. Eating right as we’ve been doing is simply not enough, not for me. So today, when I needed to add some items to our vegetarian arsenal to finish out the rest of the week, I decided to walk the 52 blocks to Whole Foods instead of taking the subway.

It was gorgeous going as I walked “downtown” past City College and Columbia along Amsterdam, then along the top of Morningside Park to where it becomes Columbus Avenue. There was a crispness to the air that I found addicting and comforting, even as I walked up (what I call) the “enormous” hill leading up to Columbia — I look at it as more calories burned.

I made my way through Whole Foods, picking up lots of goodies, including the fixings for the miso soup I so love and have been craving like crazy lately. Instead of walking to the closest subway station with my heavy bag, I walked to the next one six blocks away.

For the first time in days, my mind feels clear and happy, and I feel good about myself — and about my sore legs. I can’t wait to get back out tomorrow, especially since  it’s supposed to be just as gorgeous as today.

Happy fall, y’all!


(Reblog) You Are Not A Before

Such a great, great post!!

A Confederacy of Spinsters

lucky-ad-2Are you a woman over the age of twelve? You should definitely be on a diet. It doesn’t matter if you’re a size 2 or a size 20, there is always weight to lose or maintenance to be done. How will you ever find love and succeed in the world, if you don’t know your daily caloric intake? It’s not just about beauty, of course, it’s also about health. Everyone knows that health is a number on a scale. Today is the first step in a journey! You are a before now, but soon you will be an after!

We’ve all heard this message. As women, society expects us to be on a never-ending quest for perfection. If it’s not fat to vanquish, it’s wrinkles or cellulite. This message, this unyielding refrain of “Be prettier, already!”, makes me want to find the nearest dried up lake, fill it with full…

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Sunday meatless funday

One of the things the fella misses most from Before We Were Vegetarians are wings.

I miss them, too, especially considering that it was just a few months ago that we found the perfect sports bar to get wings. While we can still go to Dalton’s and tip back some Angry Orchard and have some of the bar’s vegetarian fare, none of that food will replace the crispy, sloppy wings we loved so much.

Because of that, I’ve been trying to think of ways to try to replicate wings.
When I made some homemade seitan last week, I didn’t have any idea what I wanted to do with it, especially since it’s something both the fella and the Girl Child have never tried.

I thought that since the fella watches football on Sundays — and yells at the TV and makes sure I watch all the replays so I can see how awesome/shitty each one was — it would be as good a time as any to try out a possible wing substitute. Since he’s much better about frying than I am, the fella took over the kitchen. He breaded the seitan with spicy hot chipotle breadcrumbs (it’s not just a clever name, they were wicked hot!) we happened upon today at Pathmark and fried them in a little bit of oil.

I drizzled our favorite wing sauce and bleu cheese dressing on top, slapped some celery sticks on the side and dinner was amazingly spicy and familiar. The only thing missing was Angry Orchard, but I will surely remedy that the next time around.

Hope your Sunday funday is delicious, too! If you have a good way to make fake wings, I’m all ears!