Hello! I’m Felechia, the writer, baker, photographer and host of Leafy Greens and Chocolate. I grew up on a farm in rural Saskatchewan, where I still live. My family raises cattle and grain. When I was a kid, we also had sheep, geese, ducks, chickens, turkeys and horses. Most of those animals showed up at the supper table. Well, not the horses. They were safe.
We also had one dairy cow and it was my job to help with milking and cleaning the milk separator. Milk separators have about a kazillion parts and while I liked that little cow a lot, I really hated washing the milk separator. I haven’t drunk milk since I was nine months old according to my mom and I also don’t like eggs – it was also my job to collect eggs from the laying hens. Hens are mean, but you might peck kids too, if they were on a mission to steal your eggs.
I love all the “homesteading” sites around now, because that’s how I grew up. My grandparents homesteaded in Saskatchewan in 1903 and even before I started school, my grandmother started teaching me how to cook, bake, can vegetables, and make jam and pickles.
There were some tense meals when my brother and I knew the name of whoever was being served for supper. It really changes your feelings about a hamburger when the hamburger had a name. For the most part though, that wasn’t the case. Some animals were pets and some animals were food.
And we had lots of pets – cats and dogs. I had this cute little dog named Blondie. But I was never really thought about the personalities of the other animals, even though they obviously had personalities and relationships. Mother cows would bawl for days when separated from their calves – until they couldn’t make another sound. Cows and sheep choose a “boss” that they follow around obediently. Horses will make friends with a cow or a goat and hang out. I never thought about why some animals were food and some weren’t, until I started studying yoga.
One of the principles of yoga is ahimsa – kindness and non-violence. Yoga also teaches that all living beings are one. Gradually, I came to view the world through the eyes of the animals. Now when I see a truck on the highway full of calves going to the slaughterhouse, I see scared animals. In my town, cattle are unloaded near the train yard and kept in pens before being shipped away for slaughter. They bawl through the whole night.
After a few years of being a vegetarian, in 2015 I found myself turning towards veganism.
If learning how to create a good vegetarian meal was a challenge, then learning how to cook an interesting vegan meal was my Everest. My pride as cook was also at stake. I had a reputation as a great cook to uphold! And I love to bake. Could I make a delicious dessert without eggs or cream? And what about pie crust??
Most of the vegan food I saw looked kind of bleh, or I made it and it tasted exactly bleh. So, this blog, originally vegetarian, evolved into my vegan journal of food I actually enjoy. There might only be one post a week because I only post the recipes we love.
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