You may be wondering why I haven't updated in so long. It's taken me a long time to own up to this in my own heart, which is why I feel okay telling you now. I know it might hurt you to hear what I have to say, however I believe that this new chapter in my life may be the best thing for both of us.
Okay...here goes...
The truth is, I have been cheating on my chik'un. Two-timing my tofu. Sneaking around my seitan. Lying to my legumes.....I'll stop.
I am a bacon addict. It's true. I have kept a strict vegetarian diet for most of my life, however, the temptation of salty, chewy bacon has been too much to bear. From my first whiff as a child, I could never deny it. It has become a gateway meat. I blame it all on the bacon.
It has only gotten worse, since I am teaching full time, sometimes traveling and always working nights and weekends. I could not deny myself the temptation to taste such culinary masterpieces as the Chicago hot dog, the Philly cheese steak, or Maine lobster. I mean, how is a girl supposed to survive a week in Alabama without some down-home BBQ?
I hope you will forgive me. I am weak and fickle in the face of flavor. Therefore, I extend to you a hand
A Buddha's Hand
This freaky fruit is responsible for the flavor behind Citron vodka. It grows in a select few farms in China and is not easy to come by. It is mostly a chewy rind, but my god does it make my apartment smell like heaven. When I saw this beauty up for grabs at my local Whole Foods, I had to have it. It inspired me to post here again and share all of the wonderful recipes I have come up with over the past few months. I hope you will take my buddha's hand and read my blog again, even if it includes some carnivorous recipes. Let's cook together again, shall we?
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