The month in veganism

About a week ago Sarai and I finished up our experiment with veganism, wherein we kept a vegan diet for the month of July, instead of the lacto-ovo vegetarian diet we’ve both had for many years (19 years for me, 13 for Sarai). We’re back to our usual diet now — we didn’t plan for it to be a permanent change, but it was interesting and made us think a little more about what we eat, even more than we usually do.

As I expected, doing this at home was easy. We omitted the cheese in a few recipes but other than the occasional adjustment like that it was really no different from our usual meal planning. Aside from that, the only real difference is that we used soy milk instead of regular in our granola in the mornings (god, we’re such fucking hippies). Eating out was a bit more challenging. We took this opportunity to try out Millennium, an excellent vegan restaurant in San Francisco, and Seed, a vegan/raw food restaurant in Santa Rosa, which was pretty good. I’m not really a big fan of raw food “cooking”, but I don’t mind it once in a while.

We did lapse for short period though, the weekend we spent in Santa Rosa to go hot air ballooning. Seed was a good find, but outside of that our vegan eating options were pretty slim, so we decided not to worry about it for the weekend and picked up the vegan diet again when we returned home on Sunday.

We were talking about this experiment last weekend with Stacy, a vegetarian who occasionally keeps a vegan raw food diet, and she asked if we felt any different, physically. I had to think about it for a minute and found that I really didn’t. This is a little surprising in a way, but also not, as our regular diet isn’t particularly dairy-heavy to begin with.