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The party life of a middle-aged parent
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The vegan donuts were the draw for me. They were baked, and had at least the veneer of being healthy. Or at least not being so deadly.
My wife went vegan after recovering from cancer, first to detoxify from the treatment, then to stay healthy. I was vegan at home because it was easier for everyone, but was still an omnivore outside the house. When I tested high for cholesterol, I went totally vegan. And avoided anything from a deep fryer. Great for my cardiovascular health, but not for my sense of indulgence. Having given up everything to set a good example and live long enough to watch my daughter grow up, the part of me that indulged in plainly suicidal behavior was feeling neglected and restless.
Though steaks and cheeseburgers didn’t tempt me, I still craved a Reuben and fries, pizza, a fluffy, sugary glazed donut. Something that said to the world that I was willing to waste myself in the pursuit of a good time.
And there in the pastry case at the coffee counter were vegan donuts. Covered with chocolate, maple, blueberry icing. Chocolate and coconut. Crumbs. Like tying off for a B-12 shot. A soy latte and a chocolate vegan donut. In the purified air of healthy parenting, that was enough of a rush to settle the urge.
The vegan donuts were the draw for me. They were baked, and had at least the veneer of being healthy. Or at least not being so deadly.
My wife went vegan after recovering from cancer, first to detoxify from the treatment, then to stay healthy. I was vegan at home because it was easier for everyone, but was still an omnivore outside the house. When I tested high for cholesterol, I went totally vegan. And avoided anything from a deep fryer. Great for my cardiovascular health, but not for my sense of indulgence. Having given up everything to set a good example and live long enough to watch my daughter grow up, the part of me that indulged in plainly suicidal behavior was feeling neglected and restless.
Though steaks and cheeseburgers didn’t tempt me, I still craved a Reuben and fries, pizza, a fluffy, sugary glazed donut. Something that said to the world that I was willing to waste myself in the pursuit of a good time.
And there in the pastry case at the coffee counter were vegan donuts. Covered with chocolate, maple, blueberry icing. Chocolate and coconut. Crumbs. Like tying off for a B-12 shot. A soy latte and a chocolate vegan donut. In the purified air of healthy parenting, that was enough of a rush to settle the urge.
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