It’s Friday night, I haven’t had a bite of tasty, succulent, heavenly meat…
*snaps out of it*
OK, I haven’t had any meat since Monday, and I think I’m doing fine. I did take the wrong train and ended up in Montreal, but everyone makes mistakes, right?
Here’s how the meals have been working out:
BREAKFAST
I rarely have meat for breakfast anyway. It’s usually peanut butter and banana sandwiches or oatmeal.
LUNCH
This is the tough one. If I don’t bring leftovers, I usually go out for a snack wrap from McD’s or cheap chicken around the corner from the office. Going meatless has mainly left me with pizza as the only close, inexpensive option.
However, I actually didn’t even have lunch a couple of days this week. I don’t know how I made it through the day, but I just had a snack around 11 am, and I cruised until 7 or 8 for dinner. My stomach’s probably all confused with the lack of animal proteins coming down the pipe.
DINNER
As I said before, Cool Mum racked up on a Gardenburger sale last week, so that’s been our main staple. Tonight, we went to a place called Taim Falafel & Smoothie Bar in the West Village. I was never a fan of falafels until now. It was insanely good. I’ll let this picture do the talking.
This weekend will probably mean more Gardenburgers and some curry chickpeas and rice. I was joking with my coworker that next Tuesday (when Veg Week is up) I’m going to have mounds of meat with every meal. But honestly, that doesn’t sound that appealing right now.
Who am I and what have I done with the real Cool Dad??
I was eating my lunch while simultaneously playing “Twinkle Twinkle” with my feet on Cool Baby’s piano mat. Cool Baby began saying his abc’s.
I realized that the alphabet song has the same tune as “Twinkle Twinkle.”
WHOA. Please tell me there is someone else out there who, like me, did not know this seemingly obvious fact. My world is forever changed. Twenty-seven years of knowing both songs and now this.
Anyone???
I’ve wrestled with this decision for several days now, but after deep thought and consideration, I’ve decided to make the commitment:
I’m going vegetarian.
No more thick juicy burgers, crispy fried chicken, or beef hot dogs with sauerkraut and onions. Those thin-skinned, tasty, economical hot dogs with sweet onion sauce…
*snaps out of it*
Oh, I should probably mention that I’m going veggie for just a week. Small detail, of course.
Some have been inspired to become vegetarians after reading about detrimental effects that meat may have on their health. Others because of their beliefs in animal rights. And a few are forced to because their bodies cannot process meat.
My inspiration for becoming a 7-day vegetarian? A picture of Natalie Portman.
First of all, this is nothing inappropriate. I simply saw a picture of her, and the first thought that came in my head was that I remember reading that she’s a vegetarian. Then, out of nowhere, I wondered if I could be a vegetarian, too. Then as with most notable things that happen in my life, I thought about how I can blog about it, and here we are.
I’m trying vegetarianism for a week. Mainly, I’m not eating the flesh of animals (sounds tasty, huh?), but I’m allowing animal products. So, dairy is fair game. If I didn’t have cheese pizza to depend on, this would be a much different story.
I started the Cool Vegetarian Challenge today with a PB&B sandwich, cheese pizza, and 2 of the 30 Veggie Burgers that CM bought at the store today. I’m gonna be seeing a lot of those Veggie Burgers for the next six days.
As this sounds ridiculous and pointless, I’m sure that you’re not surprised at all to read these words here. I guess I want to do it because I’ve never done it before, and I don’t think I can do it, which of course makes me want to try all the more.
Is your curiosity piqued at all? Are you wondering if you can do it? If so, I’d love to have some partners for the Cool Vegetarian Challenge! (by the way, CM had chicken today, so I guess she’ll start tomorrow)
Point out/chuckle about the rat tail growing from the back of his head only as he’s running late to work.
One of my responsibilities as a frugal Cool Mum is to cut Cool Dad’s hair periodically. The period I refer to is usually very long, as is the hair, by the time I get around to it.
A few weeks after a haircut, CD starts complaining that he needs another one. I reassure him that “it looks fine.” The following week, I respond with “it doesn’t look bad,” to which he reacts as if that weren’t a compliment.
All of my reassuring words lull him into a false sense of hair security. That is, until the moment he is leaving for work when he notices me laughing to myself in the corner.
“What??”
“Nothing.” (more concealed laughter)
“Tell me–what is it?! It’s my hair, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, it doesn’t look that bad.”
“What’s wrong with it now? I gotta go!”
“Well, you kinda have a rat tail there in the back.”
Cool Dad then reaches a boiling point and we run into the bathroom to do a quick trim, leaving evidence all over his nice shirt.
(photo: rainasun)
1. It doesn’t seem right to spend more time preparing and cleaning up after dinner than it does to consume it.
2. Food cooked by someone else truly does taste better than food you’ve stared at for a half hour or more.
3. Raw meat is just gross.
And thanks to my own Cool Mom, I don’t have to cook this week!
