Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

No, I’m not breaking up with veganism.

But last month, vegan boyfriend broke up with me.

One of the hardest things for me to do has been to blog, because he was such a part of all this. He was responsible for the re-design of my blog, and importing it over from Blogspot- I never, ever would have been able to do that on my own without majorly messing things up or having to do an obscene amount of work by hand, but he knew just what to do to make it as easy as possible. He taught me how to use many of the features that make my blog look as nice as it does. He bought me fancy camera equipment to help my indoor photos in my present apartment look just as good as some of the earlier pictures I took when I lived in my last place and had great light.

He and I met just a few months after I started this blog. Much of what I wrote and posted was inspired by him. There were posts that were just plain ol’ flirting with him, when I was trying to get him to be mine. And then in the nearly two years that we’ve actually been together as a couple (two years of friendship before that), many of the posts are things I made for him. Not just the birthday cake or sushi, but more things on here than I could possibly link back to.

I did have a few things that I made for him that I hadn’t posted yet…

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cupcakes with Cacao Nibs.

Chocolate Cherry Almond Cupcakes

Both types of cupcakes were fabulous, but he liked the peanut butter ones more. I never posted the pics before because I just hadn’t figured what I was going to say about them, but there they are.

Then there was the last meal that I made him. We were in a long(ish) distance relationship, and only saw each other every other weekend. Typically, when he came here I cooked for him, and when I went there, we ate out (mostly at Kaya’s Kitchen, and sometimes The Cinnamon Snail). I’d been wanting to try my hand at veggie burgers, so the last time he was here, I made sliders.

Sliders, with roasted fingerling potatoes.

I think my saddest food memory will always be that the last meal I made for him didn’t come out so well. They weren’t bad, but they definitely didn’t top anyone’s list of favorites.

I don’t know how much blogging I’m going to do in the future- it is so inextricably linked with vegan ex-boyfriend, that it’s painful writing here. That, and I haven’t been doing much cooking. I do have at least one or two more posts that I had already planned that I may still do, but you’ll have to bear with me for now. This blog might not survive.