I’m looking forward to trying out a recipe for cat’s ear, Hypochoeris radicata, in John Kallas’s book as well as some in Wildman Steve Brill‘s new Wild Vegan Cookbook, which I’ll be reviewing on here soon.
Tonight I had an awesome vegan dinner with Tammy, a fellow Portland blogger who writes about voluntary simplicity at RowdyKittens.com. She lives with her partner, Logan, in a small studio apartment and writes about how living with less has brought her happiness. We met when Logan came out on one of my urban foraging walks. Check out a great article about her in the New York Times.
So, about this vegan thing. It’s not about purity (anything with an “ism” is trying to guilt-trip me. Screw that). It’s just about feeling good. Of course I’ve long been opposed to factory farming due to the ethical and ecological violence of enslaving animals. And I have been pesco-vegetarian for 12 years now. But have you ever had the experience of just knowing your body wants you to eat a certain way? I feel that way about the vegan diet. Will it last? I don’t know. I’m going to keep it up until or unless I feel I can’t. In theory I am totally open to roadkill deer meat, but in practice it grosses me out. I’ll update if this changes.
Good news: I am working on a book! And I’m looking forward to leading some awesome upcoming fall foraging classes with herbalist Wesley Martusewicz. (Emily is traveling in California). Edited to add: Despite the juxtaposition of the headline and the photo, Wes is not a vegan.