My cousin Shelley is a vegan who sometimes eats cheese. However, she does not cook with it. I guess you could say she has cheese sometimes to tease her taste buds, though I do not know if that is true.
Shelley is the one who inspired me to be a vegetarian who always eats fish. I did not eat fish before I went to France. Though as soon as I was there, I realized that if I didn't at least eat fish, I would most likely never be invited over for dinner.
France is 100 percent about food. Being a vegetarian in a country with 365 kinds of cheese complicates the invitations to go to other people's homes for a meal. In France, food is breathing, and talking about it is an art form.
Being a vegan in France would be difficult for me. Conflictual with every meal, going out to dinner… to a food-related lifestyle. Being a vegan is possible, just not my desire.
My cousin Shelley invited my Mom and me over for lunch.
Shelley made a delicious zucchini basil soup with coconut. It was deep green and delicious.
My cousin is an excellent cook and a fantastic baker; many of us have told her she should write an elegant vegan cookbook due to her impeccable style and lovely home as a backdrop. It would be a bestseller.
Shelley has three children.
Christian served us. If he weren't my second cousin and thirty-some years younger, I would be camping on his doorstep—such a catch.
The Elegant Vegan.
My Aunt Mary is my mom's older sister; she is ninety. She is a vegan too.
I think my Aunt Mary did Kickboxing when she was in her eighties.
She had seven children, was a nurse, and was a sweet person (just like all my mother's sisters are.) I always loved staying at her home when I was a young girl. My Aunt Mary lives with her daughter Shelley.
Is she stunning?
Shelley served a roasted beet salad with a dressing. I am begging for the recipe. I don't care for beets, but Shelley's recipe was out of this world. I could have licked the bowl.
I could be a vegan if Shelley lived in France, if she were my cook, and if everyone cooked vegan as she does.
Later she served a vegan chocolate dessert that consumed my thoughts to the point of forgetting to take a photo of them.
I might have to return to California, camp at her house, and encourage and help her write that cookbook.
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