Mother-Daughter Activities

Yesterday when I picked Lo up at school, I ran into her first-grade teacher, who lives in our neighborhood. "I saw you and Georgia jogging yesterday," said Mrs. C. "I see y'all doing that a lot."

"I raised her to run with me," I responded. "The same way those people on Octavia Lane--the ones who had the blue tarp on their roof for 12 years--raised their sons to finish that addition to their house."

It's at least as hard to find a good jogging partner as it is a decent carpenter.

Sometime right before Christmas, during one of those laps around the hood, George started talking about going on a vegan diet (she's already a vegetarian), and I agreed to try it with her once the holidays were over. I was thinking it would be a good way to get off the five or so pounds I anticipated gaining to start 2007. Anyhoo, Santa long gone and the 20 oz. Costa Rican steaks behind me, we started this past Monday.

I dunno. I was a veg-head for 19 years, from the time I was 18 until a year after Lo was born, when I started dreaming of slaughtering the cows myself. I was losing my hair. My nails wouldn't grow. I was tired all the time. I couldn't walk by the deli at Publix without licking the glass case. My first meat was beef Wellington at a dinner party. I have consumed everything from prime rib to pork sausage since.

For the past week, however, I have had no animal products whatsoever. I've consumed more beans and rice than I've eaten in 20 years. I'm not sure I can go without pizza for much longer.


ads. said...

VEGAN....wow! that's hardcore!!!... "You're a better (wo)man than I am, Gunga Din."
When Angie wanted to cut out meat, all we did was say,"good, more for us!" Vegan is out of the question. Good luck with that.
But in the meantime, tell us more about those 20 oz. costa rican steaks...and don't skimp on the details...


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