A Friend To Those With Feathers And Fur... That Was My Guy

>>  Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Some have a healing touch... This was one of Darryl's gifts. From the time we met over 25 years ago he was the "doctor" for any ailment or injury sustained to human and non.  A true people and animal lover who opened his home and wallet to those who were in need... He had a way of making things safe once you were in his care:


















I remember so many instances (even before our "veg" journey) of him bringing home sad creatures who needed some TLC before they could be on their own... And those who stayed with us as a family usually did so at Darryl's insistence.  He always welcomed another being to love. That was his gentle way... That was my guy. 

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For The Love Of Good Food & The Love Of Animals...

I mentioned that my late husband was quite the cook in our house... He hardly skipped a beat when the house began eating friendlier. Darryl easily and cheerfully altered his recipes to reflect a kinder and healthier way of eating. He loved to cook... He loved to feed me and others...







I miss his delicious chili, his hearty soups, his Tofurky masterpieces, and his talent of seasoning everything in life with the special spice of joy... I miss the love (and food) he never grew tired of providing to me. A kinder or better man I never knew.

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On Washing Away The Stench Of Dear Deer Blood...

>>  Wednesday, June 4, 2014

My neighbors, not the vegan ones and not the ones who disliked my avocado tree (that has regrown like all get-out)... The ones who live right off the lake in a mini-mac from the 90's. The ones that hold a huge get together twice a year - Memorial Day being one of them. Mega-family travels down from the Carolina's, and I'm told a few of them "bring food" obtained through their "hobbies": Venison. 




Now as my good friend Andy L. rightly points out... The smell of cooked blood during these holidays can be overwhelming (read: disgusting). My neighborhood is no exception with the stench of cooked dear deer blood and all the other species from other neighbor's grills.

So what's a vegan to do? Well I could stay inside... But I love my yard and the outdoors calls to me!  And I have a wrap-around six-foot high fence that keeps my loved ones safe and maintains my privacy - Sadly it doesn't block out odors though. And as I look and ponder this fence, I notice it could use some sprucing up... There's nothing like the urgency of a (loud) pressure washer! Vroom!

But pressure washing can be a lot like raking - It's hard to know when to stop. First bushes must be hedged, the beds blown out... And while your at it... As long as the extension cords and hoses are completely unfurled, you might as well do the walkway, driveway, doors, windows, deck, garage floor, etc. etc. Now you get the idea. Yes?

This has all lead me to a week-long event of "playing in water", making lots of (annoying) sounds and best of all, my car has had to be parked right in view to road traffic... Maybe the clan of deer-killers got a good eye/ear full on their thee-day blood-cooking fest? One can only hope... 


So for those reading who might enjoy the smell of cooked blood of any species - Please consider your neighbors. Not only those who wretch at the smell... But your nonhuman neighbors who's lives are stolen for your bizarre and unkind habits. 

Me? I had portobellos on the grill with home made seitan - It was the best! ;)

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Baby, we just gotta get you off the milk... Dairy is a killer!

>>  Wednesday, May 28, 2014








And who wants to bet this human mother doesn't even nurse her own? And that this mother is not even weaned herself?


It shouldn't come from a cow! Go Vegan.


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