Oh, hi, Alicia! How nice of you to stop by your own blog every two months or so!
Now that I’ve passively owned up to starting a blog that I updated for exactly twelve days before going MIA for eight weeks, we can move on to the purpose of this post, which is to tell you all that I love being vegan so very much. I am a passionate vegan — and those are words that made me want to puke not more than seven and a half months ago when I first became one. I love meeting other vegans, I love telling people why they should be vegan, and I love eating vegan food.
Which is why Zach, my boyfriend, got me exactly and exclusively a million little vegan things for Christmas: two flavors of vegan queso, two flavors of gourmet ketchup (I love ketchup so much that I put ketchup on my ketchup), a vegan cookbook, a vegan muffin cookbook (the greatest!), liquorice, and a 6-month subscription to a vegan Conscious Box. Well guess what, fishes? My first box came today.
Inside, I found products that even if I have heard of, I haven’t tried, which is precisely why Zach bestowed upon me this subscription — because he knows that I love trying (sampling, like a pu pu platter, except all the time) new things more than anything else in the world. I am someone who cannot resist making puppy eyes to score a bite of dinner off your plate, will whisper if I can sneak a taste your roommate’s snacks, and pretends to be indecisive to justify coming back for a second or third free sample at Whole Foods.
The Conscious Box included: a caramel apple flavored Happy Squeeze Treat, a packet of mustard bath, hemp seeds, a protein bar, a glass straw, a sample of a superfruit drink called Koopuwa, and a few other things. But the fine people at Conscious Box could have forgotten to include all of that and instead have sent me only one of the things in the box, and it would have still been amazing.
Because holy balls, Hail Merry chocolate macaroons are the most delicious dessert EVER! I want to devour all of them that exist on Earth! You’ve got to run to your local healthy food store as though your life depends on it (because it 100% does), and buy them immediately! Or, if you live in Oklahoma, or it’s three in the morning, or you have a broken talus, take the sedentary, but equally wise, approach and order them in bulk online, after which a man in a drab brown uniform will deliver them to your doorstep, and if you can unstick yourself from the couch, you can snatch the box from his grasp, tear open the seal even before he clomps to the bottom of your stoop, and gobble them up like Cookie Monster in a bakery’s kitchen.
What are you waiting for?