I love food.

I grew up with a mother that was equivalent to a gourmet chef. We sat around as a family nearly every night and ate beautiful extravagant meals together. Most of the time when we would make it out to a restaurant for a special occasion, we’d all end up praising my mom in the car on the way home about how much more we enjoy her food than eating out. That being said, going to the local Furrs was not necessarily the epitome of culinary enlightenment but the point is, my mom makes damn good food.

Almost 4 years ago when I became a mother myself, I was suddenly reeling at the idea that it was my responsibility to take care of this little person who knew no better. It was then that I started becoming educated on the ugly truth behind factory farming and where our food comes from. My family and I successfully became vegetarians for three years (full on vegan for 6 of those months) and it seemed to go really well for a long time. Until about a month ago…