Waffles Made With Fish Oil?

As I've mentioned, current shortages have driven many people to um, creative alternatives to traditional food sources. (My second experience with the below delicacy turned out to be pretty gamy-- and after so many years as a vegetarian the texture of any meat is odd to me. X and I really need to get out of here.)

But before the shortages, society was getting creative with food in entirely different ways. I scrounged up an old article about nutraceuticals. In the '50s, everyone seemed to think the future would involve lots of pills instead of food. Yuck. In the actual "future" we figured out how to provide missing vitamins as additives in our existing foods. This came in handy when particular fresh food supply shipments became uncertain, and we had to start limiting ourselves more to local fare.

Now though, at least in a lot of places-- at least where X and I are stuck-- we've fallen a step backwards, and the enhancements aren't available any more. More than a step. What I wouldn't give for regular, mundane food, especially kinds that grow on trees rather than scurry up them. Sigh.

Squirrel Melt: It's What's For Dinner

Ten years ago, I was a vegetarian. Five years ago, I was still a vegetarian. Heck, two days ago, I was still a vegetarian.

Today, well... Let's put it this way: the uncertainty of global food shipments being what it is, it's harder to get the foods that made it easy for me to be vegetarian. South Indian food. Ethiopian. Thai. Of course there are still some delicious local vegetables from the coop and neighboring towns, but some of those dishes really aren't to my taste.

So today, in a time when supplies are thin, I had to turn to a... more efficient source of protein:



I have to admit that it doesn't involve any of the factory farming abuses that prompted me to go veggie in the first place. I try not to picture the process too vividly (and did not prepare the dish myself) but was shocked by my own subconscious as I drifted to sleep last night: suddenly the slow, fat squirrels of my college days frolicked across the inside of my eyelids; taunting me with frying pans and sticks of butter.

Sigh. Hopefully I can go back to vegetables again soon.