Holidays always stress me the H out. Substitute “hell,” “heck” or “hemoglobin” in for the H wherever your sensibilities lie. In my experience, veganism is especially offensive at holiday times. I am not saying this to attack our many family members, who have always been more than accommodating and supportive at special occasions and every other time in our lives as well. Just that there is rarely another time that someone who is vegan feels more blatantly, in your face, definitely, differently vegan than during a holiday that “traditionally” calls for the consumption of animal products.
Contrary to popular belief, most vegans don’t want to be on the defensive all the time. Most vegans do not wake up each morning thinking, “Boy oh boy! I cannot wait to explain my dietary choices and beliefs to everyone I love in detail and then be asked to, casually, yet verbally instruct every person at the table how I think they should eat, all the while shunning every tradition most people were raised to believe was natural and fun in the politest manner possible. That’ll be sweet.” And, yet, that is the abyss into which holidays often and inevitably deteriorate for us sweet, innocent vegan friends. So sweet, so innocent, we are.
Well, as some person always says, an ounce of preparation beats a tonne of unpreparation, so why not show up at Auntie Linda’s with a ready-made plan this year? Here are……
My 5 of my Favourite Vegan Easter Ideas that I Saw in Various Places This Year So Far
It makes me more authentic because I rank my own post last. For reals, y’all. But, seriously, bring a hearty, yummy, vaguely familiar dish to your family dinner. It’s a win/win situation: you have something to eat and maybe, just maybe, someone will venture to try it and you’ll show’em vegan food is just yummy food waiting to be eaten!
These look cool as all hemoglobin. If I was a patient man, I’d have man parts and that would be weird, but perhaps I would have already tried to make these and could have given you an honest review instead of written in the passive voice in a slightly odd gender-bending manner. Whatever. You SHOULD try them and tell me how it all plays out. I obviously have bigger issues to consider?
This looks neat. Having three young kids, all I see is HUNDREDS of wooden eggs smothering me in a terrible storage closet mishap because I would definitely not have the heart to discard of a single one. I say start this tradition at age 10 and make the kids sign a waver stating that they will take at least 50% with them when they move out.
So easy, so yummy. So adaptable. Yay!
You can decorate them! You can hollow them out and hide stuff in them! You can love them, photograph them and then eat them! And they count as a treat in your favour if you are leveraging sugary treats against less health conscious family members who feel sorry for your kids! They’re #1! They’re #1!
I’m making them with my monkeys tomorrow night using those Chicago Soy Dairy mallows pictured. Heart warming family photos to follow!