Today I’m thankful for vegan pizza.
Before thinking this sounds silly, imagine that you can’t ever again eat your favorite food. Whatever the reason is, you can’t have any. Ever. I can’t eat any form of dairy. I get very ill. I miss pizza. Pizza, being covered in cheese, dwells in the forbidden zone. I sometimes imagine the savory, salty taste of dough covered in tomato sauce and cheese, and grumble, just a little. Any toppings, except fish or mushrooms. Even the heartburn after, knowing I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I tried a few versions of making one myself, but I have no love for cooking and the result was consistently disappointing. Consider then the actual joy I felt upon discovering my market carries multiple brands of vegan pizza. I had choices! Once every few weeks I’ll buy one, bring it home and bake it. I’ll eat the whole damn thing. They aren’t particularly large, and I’m very careful not to do so often. The rest of my diet is disgustingly healthy. It isn’t exactly the same as I remember, but my memory is probably idealized anyway. It is similar enough, and tastes quite good in its own right. I don’t have to live a pizza-free life anymore.
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I’m allergic to dairy. What happened at Christmas happened again about two weeks ago, and it was worse. I haven’t been that sick in a very long time, even at Christmas. I’ve been adjusting what I eat. I haven’t even mourned the change. I guess one way to make a large life change is to have a fever and not be able to swallow solid food for a week. Works every time!
It’s probably privileged, but today I’m thankful I have such a variety of meatless foods to enjoy.
I’ve mentioned I suffered an autoimmune issue around Christmas. One of the things I learned as a result is that I’m allergic to some dairy products. I’d happily consumed them to that point without any issues. Now, I break out into hives (urticaria) and my throat swells. I guess that life is always change. I miss cheese very much.
I’ve been meatless for almost a year, for health and ethical reasons. Given the new dairy issue I’m seriously considering veganism. I’m fortunate that it’s simpler than it’s really ever been. I’m not limited to sad “cheese” and wooden biscuits. I’ve had a cheesecake for my birthday since I was five. If I can’t have that anymore I damn well need to find a tasty alternative. The search is on!
Today I’m thankful for strudel.
I am visiting family. Traffic on the drive here was heavy and chaotic. As soon as I arrived the news announced a number of new disasters that I’m not even sure how to deal with anymore. The world is starting to feel a bit unreal.
We were all a little stressed so we went to a local Germanfest that happened to be going on. Vendors were selling every sort of “-wurst” imaginable. I went for the potato pancakes. They were tasty but a bit small. I was still hungry. Then I saw the strudel tent. They had cheese strudel! I don’t eat meat but I love a good cheese. The pastry was light and flaky but substantial enough to contain the cheese without crumbling. The cheese was creamy and rich but not acidic. The serving was generous. It even made the polka music was more tolerable.
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