La Dolce Vita, baby.

YOU CAN’T CALL YOURSELF VEGAN IF YOU EAT MEAT!

I hereby apologize to all the real vegans in the world. Please don’t send me hate mail or links to articles about veganism and how it’s going to change the world. I’ve read them. I know I’m not really vegan. I learned recently that I’m allergic to eggs and dairy. When I’m not actively cooking or eating meat, which I don’t do much at home, I’ll be cooking and eating vegan. It’s not political, it’s health-focused.

Mind you, some of my very favorite people are vegan, I’m just not going to be one of them. I was a lacto-ovo-vegetarian for 12 years, and frankly my body works better when I feed it meat. I try to eat local, grass fed, happy-til-surprise-death cows, chickens and fish that were raised sustainably.

I support local farmers and vote with my dollars. I’m a green liberal Bay-area transplant, by way of Seattle. I’ve been here two years and I can’t get enough of year-round produce, sunlight (oh, I live in Oakland- not the West Bay) and this vast expanse of land called California.

I take photos every day, and I’ll be posting many of them here.