Edamommy’s Vegan Diary: Cheatin’ Vegan
I cheated. Now I am a cheatin’ vegan. I am a fair-weather vegan.
In my defense, I have been dedicated and fearless in the face of pudding, ranch dressing and Brie. It was a big date with my husband who has been traveling a lot lately. We rarely get a night out alone. I had a vegantini (no animals were harmed, but I think I was) and my inhibitions were down.
I wanted it. I had to have it. I couldn’t keep my hands off of it.
No, I’m not going to get spicy here. I wanted meat. Specifically pot stickers and a sashimi tuna martini. And they tasted amazing. Sure, I felt a little guilty but it was with my husband and it didn’t mean anything. It was just physical. It won’t happen again, I swear. I’ll go to counseling. I’ll do anything for another chance.
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It was just the Meat of the Moment (the oldest story in the cookbook).
No one will hold it against you–even I, the Meat Mistress, Pork Princess and Tuna Titania OCCASIONALY slip and let a vegetable or garnish pass my lips.
Good thing it’s only temporary inspamity!
You’ve been more than valiant. Every marriage needs a little animal fat to grease the wheels.
Dairy or eggs I can understand, but meat? Give me a break lady! Figure out why you stopped eating animal and go back to that place. My guess is that your husband is a meat eater and you are not strong enough to stand by your beliefs…if you have any. Just use your husbands penis as a meat substitute…
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