The Bohemian Kitchen.
It’s a vegan pure vegetarian food blog that I’ve been shooting for lately.
A vegan food blog, you say?
Yep.
Well, Scott, are you vegan?
Nope.
Are you, at least, vegetarian then?
Not even close.
So, a carnivore taking pictures for a vegan food blog?
That’s right.
But why?
For starters, because vegan food doesn’t taste like cardboard. Or the back of a postage stamp.
Because I’ve had soy sesame seitan that could’ve fooled any carnivore into thinking they were eating General Tso’s Chicken from Wong’s Wok (real place).
Ok, maybe not the most flattering comparison, but what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t miss the meat.
Because, although I cannot resist the temptation of the cheeseburger, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to eat healthy.
And why the distinction between vegan and pure vegetarian?
Because the term vegan can be off-putting for some, weighed down by it’s perceived elitism and the expectation of its practitioners to be the poster children for a Birkenstock-wearing, bicycle riding, downward dogging, third eye opening, crystals on the windowsill-of-the-universe lifestyle.
Because vegan has become a collective movement as opposed to a personal choice.
Because vegan has become a stereotype.
No, you don’t have to go on Phish tour to be pure vegetarian. You don’t have to live in a Volkswagen Westfalia or make a pilgrimmage to Burning Man or burn Nag Champa or learn how to blow glass or know what your spirit animal is.
You just have to make a commitment to healthy, pure, and organic eating habits.
And you have to love cows.
You do love cows, right?
Right?
(Orecchiette with Smashed Peas, Hot Veggie Sausage and Tofu Ricotta)
very nice
Excellent