Labels Or Love


"I'm shopping for labels, I'm shopping for love"

The first line in Fergie's song always makes me think of grocery shopping. I wasn't always conscious of what I was buying to nourish myself… to be honest, I never really cared. It wasn't until we started talking about having a baby that we started going to the farmer's market and being pickier with our food. One our little one was born, I knew I wanted not only to make her early food once she began to want something besides my boobs, and we made sure everything she was eating was organic. Over these last two years, we've been refining our food choices, and while I've been much better at cutting out things like chips and pop, hubby is making much better choices today than he was when we started dating or even after we got married.

But better food choices for us and better choices for us and the planet only became a consideration recently. Buying a house with a big yard meant having a garden, but that never happened last year, which made me sad. Luckily, for over 2 years now, we get local, organic produce delivered right to our front door from a Toronto company called Mama Earth (and no, this isn't a sponsored post or a plug, I just ADORE Mama Earth!). As it became even more important to me to eat not just in a healthy way (usually organic), but locally whenever I could, I turned to Mama Earth to give me delicious, fresh, and almost always local food for equal or better prices compared to the grocery store. Of course in winter the produce tends to come from the US, but not all of it. Still a win in my books!

I've recently (and finally) joined Instagram (@chaerybear follow me!) and some friends and family have been asking me if I'm vegan now, as I have been posting quite a few vegan meals in these couple of weeks. The answer to that is simple and yet a bit more convoluted than I'd like.

No, I'm not vegan, though I follow and support quite a few. But I like to think of myself as someone who follows a plant based diet (I see vegan as plant-only instead of plant based). I eat mostly "vegan-friendly" foods; I choose plant based proteins like chickpeas and quinoa whenever I can, I think of portobellos as amazing steak replacements, and Angela Liddon and Evanna Lynch are my food idols. But I also use eggs and drink milk (although it's almost always almond or coconut) and I eat meat. Now before any vegan reading this decides that I'm the root of all evil, hear me out. The eggs I get are from a local farm a family friend owns… where her chickens are like pets. If she gets eggs from her chickens, she's happy… if not, she's happy. The birds are fed a great diet, run around their not-so-little pen, and live a happy chicken life.
I get me meats from local farmers (around St Jacob's, Ontario) who have a small mixed herd or several animals who eat well and are treated with love and respect. I understand why vegans have banned together; I also despise the "machine" that is the meat industry: animals trapped in tiny spaces, injected with hormones and other crap to make them grow abnormally large, the horrid conditions, the slaughterhouses… all of it. It's beyond disgusting, and it's a big part of why I'm so picky with my food. But I believe if I'm choosing animal products that do not contribute to that horrid cruelty, I can enjoy them knowing that my choice is not feeding that cruelty machine. And if I'm ever proven wrong, I'll change my habits.

Labels aren't everything, love is.

Told you my answer was long-winded!

Next time (in a day or so) I'm going to share my new favourite way of making tilapia (100% drool-worthy!), which of course I found on Pinterest!

Cheers!
Marta xoxo

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