Posts tagged ‘college’

10/12/2011

I’m an awful food blogger, guys.

by Moratoria

Clearly, I’m really bad at this. I don’t have anything new for you all, and nothing for VeganMoFo. Which is probably because my meals lately have been ridiculously unexciting. I’m dieting again, I need the cleanse after the last few weeks. What gave it away? The stockpile of rice cakes I’ve been accumulating? And without a kitchen, this means I really am just eating rice cakes, whole grain pretzels, rice, fruit, and all the veggies that they steam in the dining hall. Not very exciting reading material, I know. You’re telling me, I have to eat that thrilling list of food right there.

And to be perfectly honest, I’m hungry. I’m always hungry. Ravenous. I crave things like crazy, the bad things. Especially since I’m forced to eat an early dinner and work late, so when I come home after midnight I want another meal. It takes all my willpower to reach for carrots instead of chips, and that’s saying something, because normally I prefer the healthier option. But I’ve been doing it. I need to. My weight loss journey is another post for another time, but I’ve been slipping lately and gaining and that’s not okay. I need to start working out more than I do now. I need to do this the healthy way, which, for me, does include calorie counting, but it also includes eating right. But I won’t lie. It’s not easy, especially not on a limited diet of what the hall kitchen makes. But I have to do it.

Also, it’s a motherlovin’ pumpkin explosion in my blogroll lately. Not that I’m complaining. As soon as it’s fall I’m all like PUMPKIN GET INTO EVERYTHING I EAT FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS. I wish I had a kitchen. Or a blender. Please. I might go veganize the Pumpkin Smash at Jamba Juice just to get a pumpkin fix. Pumpkin, why are you so good?

What about you all? What works for you when you need to watch what you eat? Are you in love with pumpkin?

10/09/2011

Sugar highs

by Moratoria

This weekend has been a sugar high weekend. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures to post of the deliciousness I baked because I was super unhealthy and binged and ate basically all of it. Banana bread (I have never been so happy to come home to bunch of black bananas) and chocolate chip cookies cookie dough. It was glorious.

Now I’m sitting the bus back to school and going insane because THERE’S SO MUCH SUGAR IN MY SYSTEM GUYS. I can’t figure out if I’m enjoying this or scared. Pretty sure the person next to me is a little freaked out… I wish I hadn’t left all the banana bread at home. Not that there was more than like a slice left. Oops.

I really do need to stop doing this, though. I’m gaining weight… I know I’ll lose it pretty quickly once I stop eating like this, but still.

But in non-vegan news, I finally got my nose pierced. Didn’t hurt much at all and isn’t giving me too much trouble yet, knock on wood. It’s only a few days old though.

This is a really awful VeganMoFo post so I’m not even going to count it. I’ll start being better this week, I promise. I suck at this.

Anyway.

10/05/2011

I’m going eat leftovers at work. Forever.

by Moratoria

Except for the fact that only microwave at work has never been cleaned. Ever. The real sink and free dishwashing soap and paper towels almost makes up for it, though. And by almost I mean I cry only slightly less when I open the microwave. My inner germaphobe is reaching for the hand santizer just thinking about it. But anyway.

My mom cooked  enough black beans and rice salad to feed a small nation, which makes no sense, since it’s just me and her. Oh well. Like a good college student I stole basically all the leftovers and hoarded them away. I really don’t know when I’m going to eat it all. Probably right now.

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Unfortunately I don’t have a recipe to share, because I have absolutely no idea what the recipe is or where it came from. I need to grill my mother for it. Otherwise I’d totally post it for you all, a la VeganMoFo.

But believe me, it was amazing. It’s sad when the inclusion of fresh cilantro in something automatically makes it ridiculously delicious. Fresh veggies? Flavor? Like, I’m going to eat the entire two tupperware containers full of rice HOLY CRAP IT’S SO GOOD delicious.

Yep. Homecooked food = the best thing ever, when you’re in college. Even three day old leftovers. Or week old leftovers. But, um, not that I’m speaking from experience or anything what hey look at the pretty pictures!

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And why, oh why did I not sign up for Vegan Month of Food, for real? I’ll still be blogging, but I’m not on the official blog roll. Next year. Next year. I’mma MoFo it up!

Expect some salad posts, too. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight eating like I have lately… chocolate is so good guys oh shit.

09/18/2011

My roommate is a carnivore

by Moratoria

I ate brunch this morning.

I didn’t get any pictures because I was eating with my roommate and a couple of her friends, and I didn’t want to deal with the whole “why are you taking pictures of your toast and fruit with your iPhone?” thing. And it wasn’t too exciting of a brunch, either. I eat almost the same thing every Sunday, so eventually it’ll show up, I’m sure.

Full disclaimer: Most of my photos are going to be taken with my iPhone. Because lugging my SLR into the dining hall and commandeering the only place with good light would garner more than a few dirty looks. And for some reason I feel like the dining hall staff would kick me out. And I really don’t think you want to see university food in all its fully 12 MP glory, ’cause it ain’t gonna be pretty. So for food photographed there, it’ll be my iPhone. For most everything else, it’ll be my Nikon. I’ll try to take good photos regardless. And if people actually start reading this shit, I’ll probably suck it up and take it with me anyway. Just for you.

But anyway, because of the lack of photos, I bring you the first Awkward Situations That Happen In College When You’re Vegan post, Serious Business Edition: When your roommate is a omnivore. Mine is. My roommate is beyond an omnivore. She’s a carnivore, as is her entire family. They hunt. They fish. Her dad makes homemade jerky out of buffalo. She revels in her meat. She makes jokes about vegetarians. She does all the things that make me shudder. She’s a judgmental omnivore, the worst kind. She doesn’t just find it amazing that I can eat anything at all, she wonders what’s so wrong with me that I don’t eat meat. Is it awful? Imagine my horror when I realized her jerky made everything in the fridge smell like meat. And imagine the gag reflex that kicked in when I realized my water bottle smelled like nasty meat. Yeah, not good. (For the record, baking soda works wonders.)

I was petrified at first, because I knew she’d be one of those pushy meat-eaters who simply can’t comprehend veganism. Eventually I a) couldn’t hide it anymore and b) realized it was nothing to be ashamed of, so we had The Conversation. It was after she had been talking to about the last time she had been hunting. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I told her. She stared at me as I explained to her that no, I don’t eat any animal products. No, I wasn’t just going to go back to being vegetarian. No, it’s not just dietary, I am against using animals because I am against violence. And you know what? It felt fucking good to say it. Because being vegan is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, not ever.

It was uncomfortable for a while. Now, I just try to be civil. I try not to judge her for eating meat, although I do refuse to accept the hunting, since I’m vehemently opposed to violence in all forms. I try not to preach, because no one likes pushy people, although I will stand up for what I believe in if the situation arises. I struggle with this in most parts of my life, but just because you’re trying to keep the peace doesn’t meant that you need to be a doormat. Does she judge me for not eating meat or, GOD FORBID, any animal products at all? Definitely. Do judge her? Yeah, I’ll admit it, I do. Sometimes it’s awful, especially because we disagree on many, many things ideologically. Animal rights, environmental concerns, health and fitness, religion (don’t get me started on the I’m-Wiccan-She’s-Christian thing), feminism… the list goes on and on. I am very different from her, yet we’re living together for a second year because we’ve managed to work things out. She’s a nice person, despite all the meat-eating and animal-killing (did I really just say that?). Does it mean we have to be at each other’s throats over it all the time? No. We’re just different. And yes, eating meals with her is still a fiercely awkward experience.

You’ll always encounter omnivores, and yes, devoted carnivores, as a vegan. Some can be downright confrontational. But if you happen to be living with one, like myself, the best way to get through it is being open. Talk about it. Don’t be pushy, but do be firm. They’ll be receptive. Even my roommate is interested in how I eat and live, even if she doesn’t follow it at all. And if they aren’t, if they’re truly giving you shit about it 24/7, don’t be afraid to talk to someone. You don’t have to live with someone you’re entirely incompatible with, especially if they’re being abusive.

And hey, more carrots for you, right?

And I just looked at the dining hall menu tonight. There’s absolutely nothing to eat. Not even a baked potato. I foresee a salad in my future.

09/18/2011

The facts

by Moratoria

I’m Michelle. I’m a vegan. And I am in college.

Losing my kitchen was extremely traumatic. Suddenly, instead of being able to make myself something healthy, I was confronted with an endless buffet of french fries. How was I going to possibly survive without my food processor? My freezer? That miraculous, miraculous invention called a stove? And don’t even get me started on the oven. I’m a stress baker. If this girl cannot bake, someone’s going to die.

So I ate salads for my first year. I resigned myself to an endless diet of white rice and veggies, the only guaranteed vegan options in the dining hall. I decided that apparently I didn’t need protein anymore, because as much as I love tofu, the freezing cold stuff from the salad bar wasn’t going to cut it. Unless they happened to have hummus. Then I ate hummus like it’s going out of style. I was Hummus and Carrots Girl, ravenously devouring dry carrot sticks and that sweet golden nectar of the gods, which I knew they had just bought in mass quantities somewhere but I didn’t care because it was so good and OH MY GOD IS THAT PROTEIN?

And then it dawned on me – I could be creative. I didn’t have to eat peanut butter and jelly every single day (though I can, and I most definitely would), or choke down cauliflower so bland I didn’t think it was possible (I’m looking at you, steamed veggies). Even if I don’t have a blender, I could toast things, combine things, put things in microwaves, and sometimes be extremely excited when the dining hall. Cooked. A. Vegan. Dish. That actually didn’t taste like total crap!

Hummus and Carrots is a record of the rest of my time as a college vegan, trying to make the best of the situation while still retaining some semblance of healthy diet. I love healthy food. Who am I kidding? I’m a health nut, I love the way exercise and whole foods make me feel, even if it isn’t always easy. This is my attempt at not gaining 43934832 lbs without having having to eat broccoli 24/7, a chronicle of my fitness journey as I attempt to lose the last of my extra weight, and a running commentary on being an alternative girl at large state university. But mostly, it will be about food. If I make something I’m proud of, it’ll probably show up here. If I make something I’m not proud of it, it’ll probably end up here, too. And if I eat hummus and carrots? Yep, you’re gonna hear about it. Why? Because just because you’re in college, eating out of a dorm dining hall, doesn’t mean you have to live off of french fries and the same salad every day. It’s not always easy, fun, or even as healthy as I’d like, but it’s an adventure in cooking/combining crap together. And who doesn’t love tasty food adventures?

Hopefully you’ll join me on this journey. If anything, just to commiserate with me as I navigate a meat-centric world where I can’t even cook for myself.

Or look at pictures of carrots. That’s cool, too.