No SanghaChick, No Cry?
(These are this morning’s breakfast potatoes. They were supposed to be crispy, but I flubbed it. And they look not a bit like saurkraut. But they were tasty. Oh. Yeah.)
I’ve been having a great summer. I really did. I played a lot, saw a lot of live music, read a lot of books, and generally had a good time.
But food has been weird. I went through a phase where my digestion was much worse, and I had a hard time trying to figure it out. Saw a new gastroenterologist, had myself tested for celiac (it was negative,) and I still think I have a wheat sensitivity. So I sort of threw in the towel and went back to eating meat for a bit. I was in the cafeteria one day, they had pork chops, and I lost my mind. And trust me, these were damned good pork chops, smothered with onions and gravy, and accompanied by mashed potatoes.
That sent me on a meat binge that lasted for at least a month. It was kind of fun. However, I have really developed a conscience about eating meat. Before, animal cruelty was in the back of my mind; but my vegetarianism was mostly dictated by my problems with IBS. Now, I can’t eat anything without thinking about sad little beakless chickens and brutalized cows.
So I’ve made a deal with myself. I can be a flexatarian (someone who occasionally eats meat) as long as it’s cruelty free. I think that’s a fair deal. My body is still really not crazy about meat anyway, so I don’t feel it’s a great loss.
I started grad school, as well. It’s been a weird six weeks trying to adjust to the new schedule and get a plan down that includes decent meals. I think I’ve finally gotten into a groove. We have two decent eateries in my department, and both have really good, really fresh vegetarian choices. Since I’m a broke-assed student now, I generally try to pack healthy appealing lunches. So today, I’m leaving you with a medley of recent SanghaChick meals.
