Day two of eating mainly vegetables went better than expected and here’s the crazy part, apparently I can cook. Not only can I cook, but I can figure out which clear plastic bag in my cabinet is spelt flour and which is nutritional yeast. This may seem like an easy distinction to some, but my total time in a kitchen preparing edible content is horrifically low. I’ve never had patience for cooking. It takes too much time, there are too many instructions, and by the time I actually want to cook something, I’m starving and would rather hit up my staple food, wheat thins and ranch dressing. I get frustrated waiting for water to boil.
For breakfast this morning, I made vegan blueberry muffins. Gman and the kids eyed them suspiciously and then nearly lost their shit when they tried them. “Oh my god, MOM! These are AMAZING!” Oh ye of little faith…
At lunch, I grew bolder and went for plantain and bean taquitos with a warm Kale salad (yes you read that right). My experience with taquitos falls into two categories. The first, is the Old El Paso frozen boxed chicken variety which let’s face it, are pretty damn awesome. The second, is my Venezuelan sister from another mister who humored me once and made them along with Arepas. I figured I could land my taquitos somewhere in between. Okay, so probably at the lower end of that “in-between.” Did you know that peeling a plantain is harder than peeling a banana? Mind blown.
At dinner I was basking in the glow of my two previous successes and went all out to make a black bean burger with a ton of ingredients that I never imagined would go together. Seriously, I was supposed to put walnut dust into a bowl with black beans, pulverized carrot, and something called apple cider vinegar (yes you may commence laughing). I probably stared at the food processor for 5 full minutes before I figured out how all the pieces fit together.
So there you go. Day two down and I’m all excited and determined. It’s a good thing too because tomorrow we run. My hate for Kale will pale in comparison to my hate for everything that is to be tomorrow and running.
“Can you imagine? Soon we can run a 5K.” – Gman
“I don’t want to imagine.” – T