I promise, I didn't plant the book.

I promise, I didn't plant the book.

Last week, I accidentally left my latest vegan cookbook, the kind with six chapters' worth of diatribes and nutrition analysis in the front, in the upstairs bathroom. Please, no comments.

This week, Erik suddenly decides that we're going to cook Green Tea Sesame Noodles and then an elaborate vegan Spinach Florentine Eggs Benedict-y dish. He had gone to the store and everything. I just sort of pressed buttons on the blender and stirred pots when he told me to. It was glorious and very delicious. Tomorrow night we're having "Stroganoff Seitanski." On Thursday night, we're going to try a variation of my very tried and very true Thai Peanut Sauce recipe that includes coconut milk.

Also, while we were out running last night, Erik told me that he's going to stop eating any dairy products that aren't organic - seriously stop, not just cut back. Keep in mind that Erik eats fish. He told me that he thinks that dairy products are probably worse than meat, and I tend to agree. Human beings are the only species that drinks milk after infancy (and the only species that drinks another species' milk). Anyway, this is a big step, because this means he'll have to give up fish tacos with all that delicious creamy white sauce stuff dripping out of them. I digress. It ended up being a really great run, about four miles, but we didn't even notice that we were running because we were chattering back and forth so much. I love that.

I promise I didn't think about the repercussions of leaving my own reading material in the bathroom. However, in the future, you can bet your ass it won't be an accident. And I have to be sure that there are no better alternatives, so he simply has to read my selection LEST HE SIT IN THE BATHROOM IN A READING MATERIAL-LESS HELL and that's really not fair for anyone.

"Sweetie, I was looking through that glass bead jewelry catalog in the bathroom and I think that green one would look really pretty on you so I ordered it."