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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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!
This is another one about my grandmother. Today I’m thankful for tofurkey.
We had a family do recently. I asked my grandmother if she’d be willing to make a few vegetarian things. I offered to bring a couple if was easier for her. (I have to eat carefully because of an autoimmune issue. I don’t do it to be difficult, and I really try to be flexible-eggs, dairy and honey.) My people are “meat and taters” folks from way back so I stand out a bit. She said she’d do just fine.
Wouldn’t you know it, but everything (except the giant ham) was vegan. My grandmother outdid herself and I was gobsmacked. There were six of us, including me, and she’d bought a ham that weighed about 5 kilos (roughly 11 pounds). It was bigger than my head. She kept teasing my grandfather that it wasn’t properly carved but he pointed out that he was satisfied getting it to the table in one piece. They found a tofu loaf for me. It was pretty tasty. I felt very loved.