Luca Brasi Sleeps With the Fishes

I apologize for falling off the face of the planet for a few weeks. The holidays + mass reorganization + a few projects I've got in the works were enough to push me into seclusion but then on top of all that, I became extremely ill the weekend of New Year's Eve. Unable to move-sleep for forty-eight hours straight-head pounding kind of ill. What a way to bring in the new year.
Because it is now mid-January (yikes!), I've decided to scrap the twelve photos series that I began in December. I hate to leave something unfinished, but not as much as I hate to be a blogger still posting about last year well into this one. My compromise--in the next day or two, I'll put together a little photographic summary of the last year and we'll call it a day.
In other news....
My first published photograph appears in this month's VegNews! It's just a small photo on the table of contents page but it's still kind of exciting to see a photo credit with my name, especially in a magazine that I pick up fairly regularly.
Short post, I know, but I've got somethings planned in the next week to make it up.


I'm not a huge Thanksgiving person. To be honest, I'm not a huge holiday person in general. I love my family though and I enjoy when we are all able to get together, because with the exception of major holidays and one annual family-sponsored golf tournament, it doesn't often happen. And that's just my family in Iowa. I don't get to see my Dad very often as he's way out west in California and I see my extended family--cousins and all, even less often than that.

This year, instead of spending the holiday close to home, I decided to fly out to California for a week.

And I'm so glad I did. I got to experience a whole new set of traditions that I had never been let in on before. The holiday started with my extended step-family and ended at my cousin's home.

Somehow at our first location, I ended up stuffed though I only ate a kale & pomegranate wild rice dish I made up and a slice (or two...and a half) of vegan pumpkin pie.

But my wonderful cousin, Mary, made vegan green bean casserole, fried brussel sprouts, and bought the mascot of vegan Thanksgiving mockery, a Tofurkey, for me to munch on.

If you have never seen a Tofurkey, be warned: they are not appetizing creatures. This was in fact, my first, though I couldn't tell you how many years it's been since I had actual turkey. My opinion of Tofurkey? It looks like a piece of sporting equipment and tastes like how I remember hot dogs tasting. Not that it's a bad thing, just not a convincing center piece when you've already eaten so much delicious food.

I didn't eat for two days after.