The vegan diet fascinates me, despite the amount of pork that I consume. But the more I read about it, the less appetizing it appears. That’s because a recent spate of vegan cookbooks are loaded with a combination of all the foods I can’t eat with a few I don’t care to eat all thrown together.
The last three or four I’ve picked up have all been carbohydrate heavy, filled with mixtures of flour, rice, potatoes and corn, all foods forbidden to someone trying to keep his diabetes under control. And with all that flour, recipe after recipe sounded drier than the last, until it got to the point where none of it sounded good to me.
Plus, I won’t eat tofu, that inexplicable bastion of vegan living. Outside of the occasional bowl of miso soup or fried tofu at a sushi bar, tofu has a texture so nasty, slimy and phlegm-like that the mere mention of it can prompt a gag reflex.
What happened to the vegetables?
The cookbooks were so concerned with copycat meat-like substances, all of which sounded horrible, that the vegetables in the vegan diet seemed to have disappeared.
The authors were more interested in what I call quote foods, substances like vegan “bacon” and wheat “meat.” Vegan “hot dogs” aren’t even in the ballpark in terms of flavor. Then there’s the nastiest of all, “tofurkey.” Turkey is bad enough, with dessicated breast meat too often akin to sawdust. But it all begs the question: If you are giving up meat because you don’t want animals harmed, why would you want to eat something reminiscent of a slaughtered animal? Why not have the courage of your convictions and give up the thought of meat? Or cheese? Or butter?
Why would I keep reading about this? Because, most days, one or two of the three meals I eat are vegan. Plus, there’s something about the vibrancy and vitality of raw foods that I find irresistible.
And whether raw or cooked, I’m always looking for a new way to prepare whatever is in season, from radishes and red peppers to cauliflower and cabbage.
I was hoping to find a few ideas at Vegeria Vegan Tex-Mex and American Cuisine, 8407 Broadway, San Antonio’s only vegan restaurant, which I visited recently. A glance at the menu bore out what the cookbooks made clear. The majority of foods were like flautas and enchiladas with too much corn, nachos, chips, potato cakes, and tofu “egg” salad. Even the salads were carb heavy, laden with the likes of black beans, quinoa and tofu.
But there was also a raw menu, and though it only had three items, each sounded great.
I ended up with a raw burger with portobello mushrooms taking the place of bread, and the interior was filled with flavor-packed guacamole, lettuce, tomato, onion and, yes, raw cashew “cheese,” which really wasn’t bad.
I also had a cup of an excellent spicy lentil soup and a raw brownie, made with plenty of coconut for dessert. (There were carbs in the latter because dried dates were used, but the natural flavor of the fruit was apparent.)
I would hope Vegeria’s talented cooking staff would delve more into the realm of vegetables without all the unnecessary additions. What can you do with braised radishes? Or a mix of spinach, mustard greens and collards? Where are the beets and the cauliflower? Or whatever else is fresh at the farmers markets?
San Antonio is hungry for a greater variety, but with more than 10 percent of the population suffering from diabetes, we need some choices that are healthful for us, too.