Emily has tagged me with not one but two memes! I finished reading The Irresistible Inheritance of Wiberforce by Paul Torday over the weekend, but I am not in the mood to write about it at the moment. So as to get best mileage out of them, I will only do one today and save the other for later this week. So without further ado, the food meme.
- Link to your tagger and post these rules.
- Share 5 food facts about yourself.
- Tag 5 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them)
- Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs
- I’ve mentioned before that I am vegan. My husband is vegan too. We took the plunge together which made it easier. I think it was 1992 when we decided to go vegetarian for health, environmental and spiritual reasons. And then in 1993 (or ’94 I can never remember) after reading an article in Vegetarian Times about the horrible way dairy cows are treated, we decided we could not in good conscience eat dairy anymore (and by extension, eggs). It was easier to do than one might think. On rare occasions we will use honey as a sweetener when baking. Does this make going to out eat difficult? You bet it does, especially when we are visiting family none of whom are vegetarian. It certainly makes things interesting.
- Until last year I hated mushrooms. But for some reason when we joined a CSA and had all this fresh food and a recipe we were making called for mushrooms and we saw at the market that mushrooms were in season and from local sources I almost fainted when I heard the words, “let’s buy some mushrooms” come out of my mouth. My Bookman looked at me like I had grown a second head. But they were good. Since then we have even made mushroom gravy. I have no idea what has come over me.
- I don’t like cooking. Thank goodness my Bookman likes to cook. I think he figured out early on that if we were going to be together and he wanted to eat anything besides Spaghetti-Os or refried beans and Cheez Whiz (I was in grad school and not vegan yet) that he was going to have to take control of the menu. He’s like a mad scientist in the kitchen and believes that a recipe is only a suggestion. As a result, whenever he makes something really brilliant, he has not idea what he did and so therefore cannot, generally, repeat it.
- I cook once a year, on the the Winter Solstice. I scour cookbooks and recipes I’ve clipped and saved through the years to put together a menu for a fancy meal. Unlike my Bookman, I stick hard and fast to the recipes. They have, after all, been tried and tested, and I don’t want to risk ruining the one meal a year that I cook by deviating in any way from the instructions. I also bake a cake for my Bookman’s birthday in July, but as far as a meal goes, we usually eat out.
- One of my favorite food memories is from when I was a kid. I was 16 or 17 and made a recipe I had found for a peanut butter cake. I love peanut butter and so does my dad. We took the cake with us on a fishing trip to the Salton Sea. Just me and my Dad. The first morning when we got up at sunrise–that’s what you do when you fish with my dad. I had planned on having cereal for breakfast and asked my dad is he wanted some too. He said, no, we weren’t having cereal for breakfast. He took out the cake and cut us each a big slice and then poured glasses of milk. Cake for breakfast? Sure! And then he had a Bill Cosby moment and proceeded to tell me how cake was good for you. He concluded with, “but don’t tell your mother.” This was so unlike my dad that I couldn’t do anything but eat the cake. Our trip was three days. We ate cake for breakfast everyday. There was none left by the time we got home.
I’m not going to tag anyone, but if you want to play along, please do!