No friends, I'm talking about "real mail" ... "fun mail" ... like birthday cards from your grandma that have newspaper clippings stuffed inside ... like a postcard from your best friend who still sends you postcards when she's on holiday because she knows how much you love them ... and then ... there's the mother-load-of-awesome'ness ... a brown paper package ... too big to fit in the mailbox ... my heart skips a beat ...
In February, I signed up for a "Vegan Food Swap" - organized by the devilishly clever MeShell In Your City. She's a Torontonian and a Vegan ... and in my opinion one of the coolest people in the universe for organizing this food swap. Think "penpal that sends you food". I know ... I know ... how did you exist so long without knowing about this? While not a vegan (DH is the son of a butcher, so really, we're a meat-and-potatoes couple), I am a slave to veggies and totally curious about the vegan-lifestyle ... and one of my girlfriends has been a vegan for well over a year and this lady GLOWS, so there's gotta be something to it ... I digress ...
I signed-up for the food swap, not really knowing what to expect - but that was half-the fun ... the other half ... well to be perfectly honest, was panic. What would I (the non-vegan) be able to send a REAL vegan that wasn't "done before"? The last thing I wanted was for my new foodie-penpal to open their box and think "wow ... that sucks". While I stewed about this potential disaster, I received my first email from MeShell ... my first vegan-foodie-penpal was Caroline - over at the Vegan Hammock. I DASHED to my most fav. 100 mile market and began my hunt for 'vegan things' ...
A few days later, I arrived home to find THIS waiting for me on our messy kitchen table ...
