So, Jesse and I decided when we moved in together last year that we would officially go vegetarian. If you read that highlighted post, don’t judge me, I’m pretty sure it was my very first post. Ah, memorieessss.
As I’m sure you have gathered, Jesse and I tend to make decisions together about our diets. A while ago, Jesse mentioned he’d like to try to be vegan. I was all on board because I had been pondering this decision for a while. My main fear is being that really annoying couple at cookouts, parties, and other gatherings that can’t eat anything provided or stress others out by making them accommodate our diets. I get the same flack for my vegetarian diet that I feel many people experience for their religious or political views. Being vegan is like wearing a sign that says, “Please roll your eyes at me for the stereotype I may represent.” I don’t want to be annoying or (no matter how hilarious it would be) that couple from Portlandia.
I rarely talk about my diet on here, mostly because it’s not relevant to the content other than it involves my life and my interests which I occasionally write about. I’m not interested in changing anyone’s mind. What I am interested in is talking about food. I love food, I love eating, and I like to eat well. So, Jesse and I decided we’d go vegan when I moved to Seattle and we would not be annoying about it.
So in a very non-annoying way, we went out for a celebratory dinner to Plum Bistro on Monday, my first day here. It was a vegan feast and it made my life so happy. It was a moment in my life I’d like to share with all of you.
We took one of our bottles of wine from our first anniversary in Sonoma.
It was delicious and well worth the almost year long wait for a such a special occasion. Everything looked so good, but we started with the signature appetizer of the Spicy Cajun Mac n’ Yease. Put the word ‘spicy’ in something and we’re ordering it. Holy moly, was it good. It looks and tasted just like regular baked mac and cheese. Super gluttonous and so delightful.
The location was especially wonderful because it was wide open, with a garage door front that was lifted to let the chilly August Seattle air in. You have to go outside here every day because the sun is perfectly bright and the air is so lovely. I’ve always loved eating outdoors and now I can do it without sweating!
You know what else was good? Sitting across from this stud.
Sorry, that was mostly for my benefit. I’m so happy he’s back in my day-to-day life. He’s been so awesome with everything since we touched down here, I feel so grateful for such an awesome partner.
Back to business. Jesse got the Tempeh Vermouth. So savory. Almost too savory, but not. I didn’t take a picture. You’ll all just have to fly out here and we’ll go to Plum and eat together and try the Tempeh Vermouth.
Tempeh Vermouth – vermouth-marinated tempeh, with an olive rosemary sauce, steamed broccoli, and mashed potatoes.
Jesse’s was good. Mine was better. Isn’t it awesome when you order something different than someone else and you don’t have food-envy? I hate when Jesse orders something better than me and I’m left feeling so cheated. This time, my dish was the winner.
Breaded Portobello Steaks – a roasted caper sauce and grape sauce, grilled fennel, and smashed purple potatoes.
I’m not the best food photographer and the plate wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but I wish it had taste-o-vision because I died a little bit from food delight that night.
Then we walked home through my lovely new city. The night was beautiful and as we came down a hill, I saw this view and I knew I was home.