Tahoe Today | Vegan or not ? That Is the question
I had a friend visiting me from the United Kingdom. At least she was my friend until I brought home a beautiful barbequed Costco chicken.
June was her name, and as June helped me unload my groceries, I heard this belting scream coming from out of her mouth.
I stepped back thinking there really must be something wrong with her.
Maybe a mouse ran across the room or better yet she might have seen a bear; I looked around and wondered; no, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary; then she started to upchuck just a little.
Bravely I stepped in between the upchuck and the bantering.
“June, what is wrong?” I asked.
“There’s a dead bird on your kitchen counter.” She pointed and screamed once again. “Ah.”
“June, that is a finely cooked chicken from one of our most trusted stores. June, you must have chicken in the U.K., don’t you?” I asked, knowing very well that they do; I have been to the U.K. on several occasions myself and nibbled my way around town.
While waiting for an answer from her, I picked up the chicken to show her it was in fact very dead but very mouth watering.
Well that wasn’t such a good thing to do, I found out. June regained her composure somewhat; then, to make matters worse, the lecturing began.
“Dayle, I am a vegan, and you just brought a dead bird in the house.” She rattled on and on; I stood back a bit making sure she wasn’t going to go completely bonkers.
“Let me explain: I eat only organic food; I study where everything comes from that goes into my body; do you know where that chicken came from and the cruel conditions the farmers put it through?” she went on.
My response was, ” I really don’t want to know where most of my food comes from; you see, I have been studying Julia Child’s cookbook and practicing her recipes. I’m sorry I offended you, but I am a meat eater; in fact I eat everything, June; now you tell me how are we going to work this out.”
I opened my fridge and pointed. “Well, I guess this left side of the fridge will be yours and I will put my food on the right side.”
I really didn’t know what to say; I mean, this was my first encounter with a real live vegan.
As the week passed, things went from bad to worse; June lectured me on every single thing I put in my mouth, to the point I was scared to eat in my own home. The topper of all: we went out to eat dinner at a neutral place – Italian to be exact.
I finally could relax a little take a deep breath, sip my red wine, until I noticed she put down her menu and gave her order to the waiter; I listened intently.
She was polite. “I will have a salad with all your wonderful veggies, and basil spaghetti with a delicious red sauce; now please make sure the sauce has no meat, and if there was any meat near it, please have the chef cook my sauce in a different pan. And thank you, sir.” She smiled.
The waiter looked at me and rolled his eyes back.
What can I say, it was a very long week, and when June left for the U.K., I noticed I’d lost 5 pounds.
Vegan? Sorry, I think not for me.
– Dayle Schear is a South Shore resident and psychic who has published five books and worked with “Hard Copy.” Her website is http://www.dayleschear.com.