My name is Schuy. And I am a hypocrite.
Enlightened by my elitist education and burrowing self-discovery of my precarious skin health, I tumbled down a path of extremism according to my loved ones: the world of veganism. It wasn’t enough that I never had a taste for tuna- but forgoing the cows and pigs? Blasphemy!
But I’m weak. Though I have reaped the benefits of veggie lightness, the swine holds me in a firm headlock.
Forget burgers.
Forget chicken.
Give me that bacon! It’s my one true weakness… well behind sugar, flour, runny poached eggs, butter, sharp cheddar and pretty much any baked good.
This blog will document this beautiful struggle with recipes, reviews and rants.
Here is the future…
(Julia) Child, Please!: showcases my attempt to cook at home. Generally, I try to throw something together on Sunday that will get the job done during the week for lunch and dinner. So it’s a twofer!
Juice: So I’m in love with Mr. Breville. The juicer and it’s pretty serious. I’ll plug in my juicing adventures that are (almost) daily. If I’m particularly bad, plan to see me down buckets of veggies and fruits.
The Pig Was Committed: Ever seen that funny little cartoon? Or if you are really smart, the scrum agile management system? Look it up. We don’t dawdle around with chickens around here. Like the pig, we are committed. This random section will be dedicated to the sad (yeah,right) forays into the world of meat and dairy.
More sections will develop as this thing goes on.
In the name of oxymorons,
Schuy
