It was a long winter. As trees blossom and bloom in Brooklyn today, I’m reminded that the last time I posted here was before the leaves turned color. So… where have I been?
In the midst of a crisis of relevance, I suppose. I admit I was getting a bit tired of the sound of my own voice.
The title of this blog also became problematic, because a significant part of the “dilemma” disappeared on January 2nd, when I stopped eating meat, even when it’s well-sourced. (I still eat fish, though rarely.) And I’m still eating eggs and dairy, so it’s not like the dilemma is actually gone. Those animals suffer in the factory farming system as much as those who are slaughtered for their flesh. My personal ethics are not consistent with my current behavior, but I’m still working on it.
The truly good news is that the Animal Welfare Committee at the co-op is finally a reality, so I’ll be able to work to help share what I’ve learned with 15,000 members.
Recently someone told me a funny joke:
Q. How can you tell when someone’s a vegetarian?
A. Because they tell you so every five minutes.
That’s why I’ve been hesitant to continue detailing my dietary practices here.
In other news, Michael “went vegan” in October. He has opted out of the animal product system entirely. It’s intense. But he found an amazing cookbook, Isa Chandra Moskowitz‘s Veganomicon, which is the best cookbook I’ve ever used. I’m also using Mark Bittman‘s How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, which is almost 1000 pages and feels Biblical. I feel like I’m cooking at a whole new level. I love the food in both, and don’t feel I’m missing anything by eating mostly vegan at home (eating out is another story). Michael is thrilled by my new culinary chops.
And yet… I cannot stop eating cheese. I’m no longer drinking milk, only soy milk. And it’s usually easy enough to avoid eggs. But the cheese… oh, the cheese.
So… soon this blog will be archived within a more all-encompassing blog, kamaeinhorn.com. I’ll let you know when it’s up and running.
Thank you to everyone who read, commented, rallied, and even argued. Thank you to all my friends and family for not going all glassy-eyed when I needed to share the information I was metabolizing. You make bloggin’ fun.