Why Reading is Dangerous

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About 6 weeks ago, driving back from a relaxing vacation with my family on the outer banks, somewhere along the New Jersey turnpike, my wife turned to me and said:

"I think I'm going to become a vegan."

Had she ever shown interest in being vegetarian, let alone vegan before? Nope. In fact, I was vegetarian when we met, and she convinced me to stop.

"Ummm... You do know that you have mercilessly teased every vegetarian we've ever known, right? I kind of remember you once saying that you thought vegetarians were a 'lesser form of people.'" She really did say that - in her defense, it was mostly humorous. I think.

"I've been reading this book Skinny Bitch, and it says we all eat way too much meat. And you'll shit a brick when you see how much weight you lose by not eating dairy." My wife has always had trust issues with dairy. "Plus, the meat industry is really cruel to animals, and its bad for the environment."

And that's how it began. My wife has been scouring the web for vegan recipes, trying different meat substitutes (her vegan chili is excellent) and generally dragging me along through this experiment. I have to admit, she's done some pretty impressive stuff so far, though there were those faux-ribs that, as she put it, 'tasted like crying'. We aren't perfect about it - there's been some cheating - but we're getting pretty good. This blog is our attempt to share what its like to try and throw away everything you've ever known about eating and start over again. It's about eating better, and how an otherwise totally normal (OK, mostly normal) couple gets by eating vegan in a meat-obsessed society. It's about how to do all that and still eat stuff that tastes really good.

Mostly it's about why you shouldn't let your wife read.