We are in a transitional stage in our lives right now. We are unemployed and looking for work. We are technically homeless and living with my parents. Our situation provides unique challenges, especially with our diets.
I really miss having my own kitchen. Really. I mean it. Knowing where everything is. Having a space all my own and stocked with things I use on a regular basis. No dead animals lying around. No explaining to do. Just me and the food, prepared just the way I like it.
But now our vegetarian diets (struggling with being 100% vegan given our situation) are challenged on a regular basis by my meat-eating parents. “It goes against everything I was taught,” my mother said to me over dinner the other night. Now, I have not said a thing about their meat eating since we came here about a month ago. Even though meal time can be very emotional as I watch them carve into their chickens and sear up some pork loin. My mother is an artist when it comes to subtle digs, but I know her heart is in the right place.
“I’m just concerned about your iron. You know how you are slightly anemic.” I finally had had enough. “You know, I always find it interesting when meat eaters are concerned about MY diet. I’m concerned about your cholesterol and all the chemicals you are putting in your body by eating anitbiotic-laden dead animals!” It wasn’t an argument we were having, just a discussion. Being from the generation she is, unfortunately I don’t think my mother will ever understand. Then there’s my father. “Don’t you want a hamburger or something?” He thinks he is being funny, but it’s not really that funny to me.
I remain as tight lipped as I can be, and happily make my mock tuna sandwich out of chick peas, and know that I am eating a diet that is as free from suffering as I can make it.
If you have a nagging mother who is concerned about your iron intake, check out this article on care2. Who knew watermelons had iron?