Breakfast Post Turns Nostalgic Quick

March 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

Processed with VSCOcam with t1 presetHypothetical scenario: Elizabeth goes Vegan.  Monday morning reality: Liz wakes up. Boils water for tea & lemon. Vegan streak strong. Opens refrigerator. Locks eyes with a half-dozen, brown, beautifully speckled eggs. Goat cheese sits nearby. You get where I’m headed? Two words: French toast.  I’m perfectly aware that I could make such toast using all vegan ingredients (that is one of the better ways to use egg substitute, I imagine?),  only I’m afraid that I’m next in line for the Dairy Queen crown.

I’m fine avoiding milk, but Daiya cheese can only take a girl’s taste buds so far.  Of course I’d like to exercise control and adhere to a strictly vegan diet (I work in an establishment where nothing has ever been close to an animal), but it’s just the forever-longing-to-be-a-farm-girl in me that finds solace when dairy is on the table. It’s definitely the Fern Arable in me who doesn’t understand the sight of a man taking an ax out to the yard. So yeah, I will never again eat pork, red meat, or chicken…but I want all of the eggs and cheese. All of it. Sigh. I may live in a city on an Atlantic peninsula, but when I’m settled among wildflowers and breakfast is before me—I feel quite distant from a city whose promotional meal is shrimp and grits. I feels miles and miles away.

This morning, breakfast was rye bread coated in eggs and cinnamon, topped with goat cheese, blackberry jam, some maple syrup, and served with half of a peach. I should mention there was also a close-to-perfect latte and some ginger&beet juice that I made over the weekend. It was divine.

Some days you wake up missing things, and that is just how it goes.  Currently, I miss my grandmother’s excellent french toast at the cabin– made with love and raspberries my cousins and I pick with our growing hands each summer. I miss all the chocolate-dipped DQ cones I’ve shared with my brothers while passing through the Minnesota countryside on the way to said cabin. I always miss sitting at the kitchen table in a particular house in a Chicago suburb, watching my grandfather dunk ginger snaps into milk. I miss being tucked in bed, nearly asleep, until Danny comes in the room carrying a bowl of eggnog ice cream and two spoons. I think you get the picture. I love the people in my life. I love the treats I’ve shared with them.  To chose a vegan diet would somehow make all of the above listings feel wrong…and I’m just not ready for that.Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset

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