This past Sunday as I swung open the freezer door for some frozen veggies, it hit me; the small glass container of frozen deliciousness. Not literally, but glaring in my direction. See, I open this freezer at least once a day for my frozen fruit first thing in the morning and have yet to notice this container, right up front under my mom’s summer tomato sauce. Nope, not until Sunday when I least expected it. This glass container was filled with roasted tomatoes and cheddar biscuits.
If you’ve followed along this past summer you’d know that this was my favorite dish. I ate pounds upon POUNDS of tomatoes fresh from a local farm; the poor beau thought I was going to turn into a tomato. I made this dish for my mom- who loved it! I made this dish for some close friends on their anniversary- and they loved it! I loved it so much I planned ahead and froze a batch so that I could enjoy the summer joys in the cold of winter. Until someone decided to go vegan during the winter and could no longer enjoy the carmelized onions that spent over an hour in butter or the buttermilk or the cheddar in the biscuits.
I couldn’t throw it away, so in the refridgerator it went to unthaw.
For a day and a half I thought about tossing it and how bad I’d feel, both physically and mentally, for eating the animal protein. But then I thought, well, it’s not like I had purposefully bought the dish and prepared it right then and there. No, this was something I REALLY once enjoyed and could, without mental anguish, enjoy one last time.
I popped it into the oven last night with time to spare before my evening shift and waiting patiently for forty-five minutes. If this was going to be my last taste of the summer tomatoes in all their glory, I had to be patient. Once bubbling, I plopped a pile into my bowl and dug in. Unimpressed.
So much so, I barely at any of the tomatoes drowning in the onions and butter sauce. On to the biscuits. Not as cheddar-y as I remembered. I didn’t finish that plop nor did we finish the casserole dish; into the trash.
My heart is/was broken; not only did I eat animal protein, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I once had. Maybe because it was frozen not fresh, or maybe because my body knows better. My taste buds have started to adjust themselves and my head knows I should have known better.
A few people have asked how I feel a week now being vegan: SUPER, until today. I was slow. I was tired. I felt bloated. And I swear it’s from those few bites of last summer’s bliss.
I’ve officially learned my lesson; no more animal protein. Period.
Oh, and to clean out the freezer.