Aside from the awkward moment during New Years dinner when your great aunt asks why you haven't touched any of the dishes containing egg (which were your favorite!). The entire table turns and stares as I squirm, avoiding my mother's eyes as I confess I'm attempting to eat less dairy.On the car ride home, Mom asked why I hadn't had one of her cupcakes. I reminded her.
"Oh, the buttercream frosting! Just scrape it off."
"But the cupcake has egg in it."
"Yes well... Oh you're-" she paused as she searched for the word. I sat in uncomfortable silence, waiting for her to lecture me. "You're vegan now," she finally sighed. Perhaps she thought it would just be a phase. Or maybe she thought I wouldn't last long, knowing my weak spot for cheese and poached eggs.
But I have proven her wrong! A few days later we were wandering the aisles of a Whole Foods, the cheese section tempting me with plenty of samples. When it comes to free food (especially in the form of bite-sized cheesy goodness), I'm a sucker. But I abstained.
It also helps having a friend who has taken up the same dietary resolution as yourself. My friend Paola and I have been cooking with one another (hence the brunch photo above), offering one another tips on substitutes and dishes that are damn delicious - with fake cheese or not.
Yes, ve-gan!
Not entertaining for you? Woody didn't think so either.
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