Cheating Veganism

Deciding to go vegan can be a tough decision, but with these crafty pointers, your animal-loving self can cheat the ism.

Choosing to bow out from the gastronomic, animal-eating world is never an easy decision. Whether it is for spirituality, saving the animals—and their teats—or just experiencing something new, getting used to eating like a vegan can be a challenging task.

As any cook knows, making a meal without things like butter, eggs, cream and other kitchen essentials is torture. Add a lack of umami to the equation (the savory flavor often provided by meat) and even a seasoned chef would throw in the towel.

To ease the pains of an animal-free diet, I have gathered together some of my favorite vegan-friendly cure-alls for the health conscious culinaire. These eleven items will make your life easier, your meals tastier, and your non-vegan guests happier while keeping your conscience crystal clear.

If you’re thinking about becoming a vegan, stock your kitchen with these items.

You can see the list here.

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Curing Cancer

Cancer is a curable disease and it has been treated for over 100 years from a number of different scientists and healers.

Take a moment. Let the weight of this statement sit with you. Listen to all of the friction it caused. And digest it because what I have just told you is true.

Cancer is curable and we have had the cures for the better part of a century.

Before diving into the solutions—which is the purpose of this article—let us understand the entire scope of the problem. The healthcare system does not aim to heal. It is at best, a system that heals symptoms. Healthcare is a business. And I aim not to prove that businesses are wrong (for they aren’t), but instead to draw your attention towards the profit-driven side of the health enterprise. Cancer alone is a 20 billion dollar per year industry. Health-based industries rely on patients to treat—not to heal.

Healing would inevitably spell out marginal decline in profits and, ultimately, the entire industry would be in trouble. Cures are financially disastrous. This is the reason very few cures have been “found.” On top of this, cancer treatments (besides costing a fortune) are extremely counterintuitive to healing and are in fact, outlandishly ineffective.

Published by the Journal of Clinical Oncology in 2004, chemotherapy garnered an incredibly low 2.1% 5-year survival success rate. This study was also repeated in Australia, finding an almost identical number of 2.3%.

The current forms of treatment devastate the body. Basically, years of technological advancements in cancer treatment have accumulated in the idea that we will “smoke out the bad guys.” Like using fire to fight fire, we poison the body in hopes of killing the cancer stem cells using harmful chemicals. In this process, we effectively take away our most powerful healing system: our own body.

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Healthy Kitchen

How healthy is your kitchen?

I’m not talking about how clean you keep your countertops or how many organic vegetables are neatly organized in your fridge; nor am I concerned with the state of the dishes, sink or your small wastebasket designated for composting. What I am talking about is how well your kitchen supports healthy food choices.

Yes, that is correct. Your kitchen makes decisions that affect your health.

The environment of the most important room in the house greatly dictates how one approaches food.

Traditionally, the kitchen was the center of activity in the home. In the Vedic science of establishment called sthapatya veda, the kitchen is the furnace from which warmth and life springs. In feng shui, the kitchen represents nourishment and prosperity, sustaining life. And in many other societies, the kitchen acts as a sphere of social, familial, and political connectivity. Literally, the center of life, the kitchen radiates heat, replenishes energy and connects society.

Today, however, the kitchen has become a wasteland of shiny appliances and unused barren spaces. Once the largest room in the home, the kitchen has now been reduced to a mere box. Barriers divide it from the rest of the house, keeping it segregated and confined.

The modern kitchen, rather than inciting words like warmth, comfort and love, is instead synonymous with adjectives like sterile and sanitary. It is no wonder we do not know how to feed ourselves. The very instrument used to create nourishment has been transformed into a metallic machine incapable of inspiring the brightest souls.

In order to reclaim our health, we must first reclaim the kitchen.

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How I love my kitchen.

If there is one thing I can always depend on, it is my kitchen.

I absolutely love cooking. In the kitchen, I am thrust into a ballet of organic symphony. A simultaneous unfolding of what can only be described as magic happens when I enter my kitchen. All the elements of the universe combine, forging a tremendous surge of creation that spawns in my imagination, at my fingertips, and in the air around me. I can breathe in the meal before I’ve even opened the fridge.

My passion is not just in cooking, but in living. The life of the kitchen is the pulse of my home. The beat of its heart is in the flames of the range.  The sound of its breath steadied in the sway of my knife. Each ingredient is an organ, playing its vital role in the development of something much greater than its components. The air is full of density, heavy with scent. Lingering notions of ingredients surrender their individuality for the greater good.

I can come into my kitchen and leave my life. Departure in the most serene sense. I become my meal. My body, my thoughts are no separate from the tiles I stand upon. Nor am I any different from the food I eat. My intentions are of love, to create a better world. There are so few moments of the day that are as tangible as the procession of creation that occurs in the kitchen. A timed and timeless unfolding of such ease and clarity is measured by procedure and translated through sensation. I must chop vegetables, heat a pan, and gain enlightenment.

In this process, my kitchen becomes an alter for which I am the priest. Both a servant and recipient of the wondrous bounty of unlimited energy. It doesn’t matter who I am, what I think, or how I feel. My kitchen always takes me in.