Papa Gandhi.

Veganism and hamburgers.

Dear Al Gore,

I am so sorry. I try, you know? I really do. I want to lower my carbon emissions, I mean, who doesn’t?

The milk thing really threw me for a loop in my decision to become vegan. By drinking milk I am not vegan – but it didn’t mean I was going to quit trying! That’s what this whole thing was about, trying to help out the environment a wee bit.

That’s why I feel terrible. When a BBQ was suggested I knew it meant trouble but I went along with it anyway. But when I sin, I go down good and hard. Not just a meat ridden hamburger, but one with cheese on it – dairy cheese. And not just a cheeseburger. . . a bacon cheeseburger.

Put on the shackles! Send me to Syria or worst, your country’s capital. I deserve any punishment you see fit.

And since its confession time. . .

I might have plugged in my television last night. But it was only for an hour! The National on the CBC had a special report about the liquor plebiscite occurring in Kugluktuk, NU. I’m a Poli Sci major for goodness sakes, there’s only so much news I can squeeze out of websites and newspapers! And trust me when I say: Nunavut is never high on the list of things to report about.

So in conclusion, I promise to try harder. Its one thing to accidentally eat a gelatin filled marshmallow. A meaty, cheesy, bacon-y burger tends to be a whole other ball field.

Sincerely your partner in global warming crime fighting,
Sarah :)

Commitment issues.

Last week I linked a website informing you that today was Blog Action Day. Basically it’s a day once a year where bloggers come together and put a post up on one topic. This year’s choice of theme: the environment. Since I am a blogger who likes the environment I thought I should do my part and contribute.

FACT: I did not learn how to spell the word “environment” until grade nine. I had always forgotten the “n” and was shocked when I received an assignment back with little red-circled “enviroments” everywhere. THANKS A LOT MR. GILLIS, YOU GOT YOURS.

Back to the story at hand.

When researching for this little post I came across this website where you can determine your “ecological footprint” by answering a few questions (this is where you go answer those questions and determine your score, I'll wait). Here are my results:


"If everyone lived like you, we would need 4.5 planets." Am I really that bad of a person? That mass consumer who destroys the earth, one car ride and iced cappuccino at a time?

To say the results of this arrogant internet quiz bothered me would be an understatement. It really got to me. So I set out into the Google deep, trying to find a solution to my eco-destroying ways.

I can’t give up my electricity. I already do the whole turning off the lights when you leave a room thing. And my television hasn’t even been plugged in since before Iqaluit.

I can’t give up my car. Mass transit is for, well, the masses. And biking in St. John’s in the winter? Do you have a death wish?

I already cut out bottled water.

I knit my own scarves.

That to me only left one viable solution: I had to change the way I eat.

My score if I cut out meats/eggs/dairy:


I was all prepared to come here today and tell you my BIG DECISION of becoming vegan. I was.

But I have two words for you: soy milk.

I had cut out all meat (Crispy Chicken and I shared a tearful goodbye a few days ago), eggs were au revoir and I had the dairy under control. EXCEPT. FOR. MILK. You guys all know my love infatuation with the 1%! And don’t even get me started on my torrid affair with cereal.

So now I’m at a loss. I guess I’ll claim vegetarianism until I can find a soy milk that works for me (Our Compliments low fat soy is not where it’s at).

I did however kick baking’s ass this weekend and made some scrumptious Vegan Cranberry Muffins.