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Last December 2011 I quit smoking cigarettes at the same time that I became a vegetarian. So far I have been successful in maintaining the discipline needed to make these changes.
I have been successful because I have control issues. In other words I experience life threatening feelings of anxiety, brought on by a fear of being out of control.
My mother Psycho Titty smoked and statistically I was destined to become a smoker. Through out my life I have quit smoking cigarettes many times, so I know how to do it. I was ready to quit. That’s my secret.
I have flirted with the vegetarian diet but I have never been able to overcome my desire to eat meat: I’ve justified it, I have been in denial about it, and I have lusted after it.
I overcome my desire to eat meat by imagining the terror, the pain, and the abuse an animal must suffer on its way to my plate.
Those images are a powerful motivator for me since I have written about the savagery of my own childhood in previous Blog entries.
As a vegetarian my goal is to make every bite of food fit into my desire to reduce my destructive footprint upon the planet. In my war against corruption and deviant penis I have been able to galvanize my experience and embrace values which reflect my new desires.
I am now a huge consumer of nuts. Cashews have now replaced my previous weakness for pizza and hamburgers. Walnuts are an everyday staple. I put walnuts in banana oatmeal bread, low fat no sugar brownies, salads, and brown rice pilaf.
I make nut tacos with blue corn tortillas as well as an avocado Reuben sandwich, I swear tastes just as rich as a Reuben with meat. I do not go hungry and my food budget has realized a surplus versus my previous meat eating diet.
Last Friday I had been fighting the urge to order a cheese pizza and I convinced myself to spend that money across the street at Himalayan Cuisine.
I was tired and my pain level was intense. I did not feel like making dinner, but I knew I must eat something. I remembered that Himalayan Cuisine had re-opened. In place of pizza I would substitute a rice dish. I would venture into unknown food territory and support an oppressed people whose food culture was represented by my neighborhood restaurant.
I hopped onto my mobility scooter, or more accurately I sat down heavily and sighed as I felt the compression of my buttocks upon the still healing back bone fracture titled L-1.
Prime time on the grand re-opening night and it was busy. I heard the sound of a babbling brook mixed with the drone of diner conversation.
I was immediately greeted by a man in a colorful Himalayan costume. I chose a take out menu and asked for a vegetarian rice dish. He asked if I wanted it to go and I said yes. He then suggested the number 8. I scanned the menu to number 8 and it read, Vegetable Biryani. Then he asked, “On a scale of one to ten how hot do you want it.”
I did not hesitate,” Give me a six.” He nodded and invited me to sit and wait.
I was impressed with the option of choosing my heat. I love the heat of hot spices, but I also want to taste the food. That’s a tough balance.
I was spending the same amount of money as I would spend on the delivery of my favorite pizza, so this was an important food purchase. When I got home I was impressed with quantity. I was able to get four meals out of the biryani dish. It was served with a yogurt sauce called raita. I was able to recreate the raita using it to accompany my leftovers and mine was better. Although, the carrots were really good, and I do not say that about carrots very often.
The heat, my number six was dead on perfect. That was impressive. The biryani was better the second night because the flavors had a chance to come together.
I would like it if they changed their take-out packaging to cardboard instead of the number six foam cartons, but over all I will try the other selections on their menu. I am grateful to have a restaurant so close to me that serves a nice vegetarian menu.
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Last December 2011 I quit smoking cigarettes at the same time that I became a vegetarian. So far I have been successful in maintaining the discipline needed to make these changes.
I have been successful because I have control issues. In other words I experience life threatening feelings of anxiety, brought on by a fear of being out of control.
My mother Psycho Titty smoked and statistically I was destined to become a smoker. Through out my life I have quit smoking cigarettes many times, so I know how to do it. I was ready to quit. That’s my secret.
I have flirted with the vegetarian diet but I have never been able to overcome my desire to eat meat: I’ve justified it, I have been in denial about it, and I have lusted after it.
I overcome my desire to eat meat by imagining the terror, the pain, and the abuse an animal must suffer on its way to my plate.
Those images are a powerful motivator for me since I have written about the savagery of my own childhood in previous Blog entries.
As a vegetarian my goal is to make every bite of food fit into my desire to reduce my destructive footprint upon the planet. In my war against corruption and deviant penis I have been able to galvanize my experience and embrace values which reflect my new desires.
I am now a huge consumer of nuts. Cashews have now replaced my previous weakness for pizza and hamburgers. Walnuts are an everyday staple. I put walnuts in banana oatmeal bread, low fat no sugar brownies, salads, and brown rice pilaf.
I make nut tacos with blue corn tortillas as well as an avocado Reuben sandwich, I swear tastes just as rich as a Reuben with meat. I do not go hungry and my food budget has realized a surplus versus my previous meat eating diet.
Last Friday I had been fighting the urge to order a cheese pizza and I convinced myself to spend that money across the street at Himalayan Cuisine.
I was tired and my pain level was intense. I did not feel like making dinner, but I knew I must eat something. I remembered that Himalayan Cuisine had re-opened. In place of pizza I would substitute a rice dish. I would venture into unknown food territory and support an oppressed people whose food culture was represented by my neighborhood restaurant.
I hopped onto my mobility scooter, or more accurately I sat down heavily and sighed as I felt the compression of my buttocks upon the still healing back bone fracture titled L-1.
Prime time on the grand re-opening night and it was busy. I heard the sound of a babbling brook mixed with the drone of diner conversation.
I was immediately greeted by a man in a colorful Himalayan costume. I chose a take out menu and asked for a vegetarian rice dish. He asked if I wanted it to go and I said yes. He then suggested the number 8. I scanned the menu to number 8 and it read, Vegetable Biryani. Then he asked, “On a scale of one to ten how hot do you want it.”
I did not hesitate,” Give me a six.” He nodded and invited me to sit and wait.
I was impressed with the option of choosing my heat. I love the heat of hot spices, but I also want to taste the food. That’s a tough balance.
I was spending the same amount of money as I would spend on the delivery of my favorite pizza, so this was an important food purchase. When I got home I was impressed with quantity. I was able to get four meals out of the biryani dish. It was served with a yogurt sauce called raita. I was able to recreate the raita using it to accompany my leftovers and mine was better. Although, the carrots were really good, and I do not say that about carrots very often.
The heat, my number six was dead on perfect. That was impressive. The biryani was better the second night because the flavors had a chance to come together.
I would like it if they changed their take-out packaging to cardboard instead of the number six foam cartons, but over all I will try the other selections on their menu. I am grateful to have a restaurant so close to me that serves a nice vegetarian menu.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/29/23652/
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/apr/29/23653/