**This is primarily addressed to the members of veganism, and cross-posted there. I just wanted my own li'l copy here.**


So.

I waited about a week to post this, in order to give my brain some time to digest it and perhaps make it not-so-obvious in the case that the offender reads this community.

( Oh, the anticipation... )

Let's stop the crazy, my vegan beauties.

I had to attend chapel while substituting today. In an exciting break from the typical We Heart God routine, sixteen questions were culled from an ass-load of student-submitted queries and answered by a Jewish rabbi and an Episcopalian chaplain.

(No, there is no punchline.)

Do you agree with the war in Iraq? and Should Saddam have been executed? and What is heaven going to be like? were among those chosen to be addressed. Interesting, no? I thought so.

I was disappointed only, then, because the questions were all neatly typed up with no room left for hand-(i.e. issue)-raising. I literally felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when the chaplain -- after having voiced his disagreement with Hussein's execution because he believes "all life is sacred" -- said he hoped that heaven had great waves to surf, a golf course on every block, and In-and-Outs at which he could eat double-doubles for every meal and not get fat.

All life except... what, half the planet? That's cool.

Of course, I am still only a sub and probably wouldn't have taken issue even if hands could have been raised. I just would have had to sit on mine twice as hard.

My brain is being awfully vociferous about sending an anonymous postcard, though, I'll be honest.


ETA: I was just thinking, and it's not that I mean to come off all, "Everyone should be VEGAN, motherfuckers!" I just think... if you're going to make an all-inclusive, straight-faced statement in front of a large herd of impressionable young minds, you had better be damn sure you understand and intend every word you let out of your mouth. Soapboxes are fun, but they can be slippery buggers, too.

I have not posted food pickies in a while... I keep putting them on Flickr and forgetting about them.

Speed porn, yay!


( Buffalo Tofu, take eighty-three. )


( Waldorfish Salad Sandwich. )


( PTA Melt. )


( Birthday cake! )


( Teriyaki Grannies and Tofu. )


( Raw Key Lime Pie. )


( Curried Lentils and Rice. )


( Avocado and Cherry Sushi Bowl. )

Hello, ElJay.

I have been busy and you have not. In case you were wondering, no, you were not a New Year's resolution. It's not because I don't love you; I just was under the impression that we needed no resolving.

And perhaps we didn't.

But perhaps now we do.

So be it.

Sit quietly while I stuff your pockets.


( Since I began ignoring you, I... )


Now we're caught up and can get on with the sweet sweet lovemaking. Oh, kiss me, ElJay. Let's get sweaty and nekkid and never never leave each other ever ever again.

Okay, okay, okay. It's time to stop procrastinating on the Thanksgiving feast and weekend reportation. Little Penguin flew out here last Wednesday night and stayed until Monday night. It was nice, if a bit surreal at times, to have a familiar, comfortable face in this new place. And win a race with a can of mace and so much grace in the Lord Jesus' face.

Anyway. I loved it. We took a surf lesson, visited the Getty Museum, drove all around The Big Streets in my neck of the woods, went home-idea shopping, and ate like we were both pregnant, PMSing, and trying to bulk up for The World's Strongest Man all at the same time. Gross and lovely, that's what it was.

There's a bit more story in the Flickr set. Tuesday was a hard day, finding myself solitary and making only one cup of tea after five days of morning chit-chat and day-long cavorting.

Here are some selected pickies of our feast, completely homemade and bomb-ass wonderful. We slept in on Thanksgiving morning, went grocery shopping for a couple of hours (First to the 99 cent store to knock out the cheapies, then to Whole Foods to knock out the gourmets, then to Jon's to see if they might be cheaper than Ralphs, then to Ralph's because Jon's was possibly the worst grocery store we'd ever experienced. They didn't have cocoa. How do you not have cocoa?), then came back and divvied up the recipes and went to work. Two hours later, whah-la!





I don't know how it escaped my mind, but I took pictures of NONE of the vegan food we tore through around town all weekend. Bah. Opportunity missed.

Once Penguin left, I started cooking again, though, and I already have more food pics waiting to be eljayed.

*sigh*

PORN STOPS FOR NO MAN.


ETA: I was typing up my next entry, talking about my planets re-aligning and such... realize I forgot to mention that someone violated Jeebus while Penguin was here over the weekend! I think they were searching for an iPod, as my hookup was visible. Nothing was missing, I don't think, except little Jeebus-weebus' dignity... sitting outside with his back window all unzipped and hanging open in the morning, poor thing.