So this isn't totally about food. Well, it kind of is. It's more about my drive to keep myself and my husband healthy and happy and that means food, right?
He may be embarrassed if he finds me writing about him, so nobody tell him, 'kay?
I will be the first to tell you that I'm one of the most bitter women on Earth. Years of solitude and rejection will do that to ya. What I find in Jeff is a realness, an understanding, an ability to see through to someone's soul. Cheesy, right? But it's totally true. This boy doesn't put up with shit, and that's one of a million reasons I love him.
When I first decided to go vegan and worried about all the stuff I would need (oh, the naivety!) he was the first to suggest we make a special trip to Food Fight. He happily tried all of my creations and always steps in to help out in the kitchen when I ask.
He doesn't always take himself seriously and while we do fight on rare occasion, we're too annoyed at being annoyed to stay mad for long. We share the same views on children (yeah, no thanks) and both have a wanderlust that must be taken care of.
Because of all these reasons and the insane hours he's put in at work lately, I made him his favorite dinner Sunday night: Chickpea cutlets from VCON, bechamel sauce from YRR and sweet potato fries. With a beer, of course.