I'm a little panicked here. We did a simple salad of three kinds of local apples, and mixed greens with a honey-lemon vinaigrette, and the a big pot of grains. I used a five type rolled grain cereal, and some oats for creaminess, 2 kinds of dried fruits, some sliced almonds, agave (which worked great --thanks Aunt Lynn), and cinnamon. My family ate it, and I've got plans for the rest of the week, but I'm just overwhelmed. The salad could really have used some CHEESE that the original recipe called for. It needed some sharp tangy something in it. I'm just not used to the whole balancing thing with all vegan ingredients and I was in a hurry after getting home from speech therapy at 6:30pm. I wasn't really planing on this whole vegan thing --it's freaking me out. Do I tell my kids to not eat birthday cake? We're trying not to turn into junk-food vegans. Are we not using our freezer full of grated cheese, chicken, and beef? What about all of the homemade jam I've made from strawberries out of our yard? I finally got my years supply of food storage --I'm not kidding --ingredients for 6 months of dinners included in with a year of basics, and suddenly half of it is obsolete? What about butter? Do I bake with coconut oil instead of butter? Won't that cost a fortune? Are we the weird family now? Do I do this thing in stages with my kids? How do I keep myself from eating nut butter all day (panic attack induced binging was a problem today :( )? Any help would be great. I know some of you experienced vegans out there really cook.
I am a fitness instructor, AFAA certified personal trainer, and a mom of three. Most of the time I'm vegan, with some crazy "free" meals a couple times a week. I have a love/hate relationship with my yard depending on how much work it needs! I grew up in San Diego, and love the ocean. I scuba, but sometimes have panic attacks snorkeling. Given the choice between the superpowers of invisibility and flight, I'd pick flight in a heartbeat. I love my husband, and his patience with my crazy habit of getting into something that's well over my head.