Florida was fun. I hit the beaches, east and west, Atlantic and Gulf, collecting shells and photos of jellyfish, watching the ships and happy beachlovers, walking for miles in bare feet, shorts and a tank top. 83 degrees. I combined research for a Florida beach book with healing sun time, making lemonade from the disaster in my house.
Two days ago I got such a craving for a tuna fish sandwich that I just up and made one: 1 can of light tuna in water, plus some Smart Balance mayonnaise, celery and green olives, all on my favorite bread, Brownberry (now Arnolds) Natural Wheat bread. It hit the spot. I’m not aiming for 100% vegan….more like 10% of my protein can be animal protein. Especially fish.
It can be hard to get past the eewwwww! factor when trying a new way of eating, but I’ve had plenty of practice. I have choked down horse meat in Switzerland, goat meat and cassava in Nigeria, seaweed and raw fish from Japan, and buffalo hump in Pakistan, and you know what? Once I got past the eeewww! factor, those were all pretty tasty. Lucky thing too: In every case, an easily-offended host was watching.
Last month I called a dear friend I’ve known for 60 years (who has survived breast cancer for 20) to wish her happy birthday, and she told me she’d become a vegan—no meat, no dairy. Good grief, I thought. She’s gone off the deep end.