The past few days I’ve been looking for more vegan blogs to follow. They inspire me, and I also want to support vegan bloggers by sharing their good recipes on my facebook page. I came across one blog that made me very happy, it’s called 2 Broke Vegans. No, thinking of poor college students does not make me happy. But seeing young people trying to figure out how to be vegan in a place where nobody understands veganism (Greece, in this case), that brought back memories. It also made me feel old, thinking about going through the same things myself a whole 15 years ago. It made me think of funny stories….
The why & how story is a little too long and complicated, maybe I can break it down into parts one day. But last night reading This Post I remembered going to Tete’s house for Sunday dinner, and watching her make a giant pot of mashed potatoes. She added milk and sour cream to make them extra creamy, and so much butter the potatoes actually turned yellow. When it was time to sit down and eat, I had nothing but a big pile of salata on my plate.
“Aren’t you going to have any mashed potatoes?” Tete asked. “I made them just for you.”
“But…they have dairy in them.” She looked confused and hurt. She had no idea what vegan meant.
My aunt told me, “It’s not going to kill you, just eat it.”
I reluctantly put a small spoonful on plate. I poked at it with my fork. My dad took pity on me, and ate the super buttery potatoes off my plate when no one was looking.
The funny part is, my aunt now eats I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter, and skim milk, and low fat or fat free sour cream. If she were faced with a giant pot of butter yellow potatoes with full fat everything, she would not eat them. So, just give it time…I doubt everyone around you will eventually turn vegan – I’m still the only full time vegan in my family. But at the very least, after a while they might be more understanding, and maybe make fun of you a little less.