“I could never give up dairy,” they say. All of them. From the grey-hairs in church basements peddling mushroom-creamed casseroles to the receding-hairs eating nachos and pounding beers from the cheap seats.
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You may think I married a vegan. I didn’t. When Stephani and I met, she reluctantly ate meat. She still beheld the power of cheese. And I’m not sure she knew what gluten was yet ( I certainly didn’t). So when I say I married a vegan, I really mean I married a lady who became a vegan.
Narrowing down the diet Stephani eats today has been an evolution that has given me a firsthand look at the phases of vegan life.
I’m not a good cook. That’s an important fact. My mom thinks I’m a good cook, because she swears that anyone who can read can follow a recipe, and thus, can cook. I’m also the only one in my family who uses salt.