The first inkling that my body was moving towards a vegan way of eating cropped up two months ago, although I didn't recognize it as such until this week. My husband was heading to Trader Joe's for grilling supplies and for whatever reason, I asked him to get some veggie burgers. Veggie burgers have never been a thing for me, but I knew I didn't want a hamburger or hot dog.
Then a few weeks ago, I developed an aversion to liver pâté. It's something I usually eat once a month as a way to build up my iron stores, and used to be one of my top 10 favorite foods. But all of a sudden, I couldn't get over the smell.
Fast forward to this past Tuesday, when I had to choke down my morning egg sandwich. I started researching veganism and went grocery shopping the next day. During the time that elapsed between the veggie burger incident and Tuesday, I still ate meat. I had hot dogs, hamburgers, and even pâté on various occassions. But I just wasn't into it anymore.
Last night, I made my first intentionally vegan recipe. It was a pasta salad with beans, corn, cucumbers, carrots, olives, and a homemade orange juice and mustard dressing. I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite never having been much of a bean person, as did my husband. I was kind of surprised he tried it, since I had also made one of our usual meals for him and the kids. Side note ... next time I'm going to substitute quinoa for the pasta because the brown rice pasta I use has a tendency to get mushy.
That's all I have to report for now. It's all very new, but there's a good chance it will stick. I am already dairy-free and seemed to have kicked my cheese cravings from earlier this year. I have not yet decided what to do about family and social gatherings and travel, but I'm sure my body will direct me when the time comes.