Why I call myself an aspiring vegan
Topic: vegan foods
Why do I call myself an aspiring vegan rather than vegetarian?
What does vegetarian mean, anyway? If you ask ten people, you'll likely get ten different answers, ranging from "vegetarians eat no animals" to "vegetarians hardly ever eat meat" to "vegetarians eat fish."
There are just too many "denominations" of vegetarianism for it to really have any meaning anymore. Granted, in some settings, among friends or like-minded people, there can be a consensus, but generally, quite a few call themselves vegetarians yet continue to wear leather and/or eat some form of animal-derived meat.
So I say I'm an aspiring vegan.
I really do make the effort to live a cruelty-free lifestyle, but, because I live in the southern tip of Texas, it is extremely difficult to be vegan.
Add to that my allergy to tomatoes (and ALL tomato products, just so we're clear; you wouldn't believe how many have ass-umed that I could have ketchup or tomato sauce because they think it's not really tomatoes somehow) and what I can buy and eat is kind of limited.
I make do with what I can find and what I can improvise. Fortunately, I enjoy experimenting in the kitchen.
Also, I am happy to know that our local Wal-Mart has begun stocking some more flesh-free frozen foods. They're not vegan, but like I said, I have to make do with what I can get. There are, of course, vegan Boca burgers and some Morningstar Farms products, which they've had for years, but now there are also Veggie Patch Meatless Meatballs, among a few other Veggie Patch products. Yummy!
(I know, some people don't like Wal-Mart, and they have their reasons, but here, it's them or driving half an hour to get to the larger HEB in the next city, since the HEB in my town has very little variety; not really any other options for someone who doesn't eat flesh.)
So, back to what I was saying about aspiring veganism.
I pretty much never consume flesh. And on the rare occasion that I have, say at a family function over the winter holidays, I feel horribly guilty and physically ill for days. Take today, for instance, I ate a little piece of fajita after no flesh passing my lips for several weeks. (Fajita means "little belt," from faja "belt" and -ita "little, small" and comes from cows. I don't know how it started to refer to "chicken thighs for fajita" when fajita is a cut of beef, NOT a style of cooking!) Even as I chewed, I felt sick to my stomach.
No more flesh for me.
Virtually no dairy, partly because it causes gastrointestinal troubles and upset, but also because of the suffering cows are forced to endure while being repeatedly impregnated to induce them to lactate, then brutally having their calves ripped away from them to feed the veal industry, if they're even allowed to live. If you call that living.
I sometimes still eat eggs, but, just as with any other animal-derived "food" product, I am not happy about it. It's generally in the form of those aforementioned frozen foods.
Yup, quite difficult to be vegan with a food allergy around here.
I opt for cruelty-free products whenever possible, and will likely write reviews of those I use on this blog.
My boyfriend of the last three years - can I call a 53 year old man "boyfriend?" - is quite supportive of my choices. He rarely eats meat, either, nut, being on the road a bit, as an appliance parts salesman checking on customers, he knows he likely couldn't go completely vegan.
This is the complete opposite of my ex, who I was with for nearly four dreadful years. He wouldn't even let me get Boca burgers because if we were going to get food, it had to be something we'd both eat. That might have made more sense or had more impact if he hadn't been smoking about four packs a day while I don't smoke. I guess that was just part of his attempt to control me.
Back then, I had already tried vegetarianism, but because I still lived with my parents and didn't have access to the wealth of information online, I didn't really know what I was doing. Plus, my parents are woefully ignorant about anything they didn't grow up knowing (meat-eating Catholics who haven't expanded their world view much).
Back then, maybe I just wasn't ready to make the changes to my life that I have made in the last few years, now that I'm . . . not a teenager anymore :-)
So don't try to tell me that I don't know what I'm missing by not eating meat/flesh. My parents fed me an omni diet throughout my childhood. My ex refused to allow me to be even the slightest bit veg. I know exactly what I'm missing out on: the horrid taste of years of abuse, the hormones and antibiotics animals are pumped full of, and the agonising death they suffer.
Posted by Mayv
at 2:58 PM CDT