Continued from Part 2
The third thing I learned at WordCamp 2015: I’m a closet Vegan.
My first exposure to being vegan occurred over twenty years ago. While working at a summer camp, I noticed one of my charges had dry, cracked lips, so bought her a Chapstick at the camp store. (Vegan readers…wait for it…)
When her mom arrived for pickup, she took one look at her daughter’s healing mouth and turned to me. “Did you give her something to put on her lips?”
I smiled and handed her the lip balm. “Yes, Ma’am; don’t worry—I bought her a new tube.”
She. Went. Postal.
Shocked beyond words, I stood mute as she blasted me for not calling her first. A naive eighteen, it never occurred to me that she’d be anything but happy her kid’s lips were no longer bleeding.
“We’re Vegan. This is against our beliefs. Bees made the wax.”
I didn’t know what she meant.
Vegan…like Spock on Star Trek? No…wait. That’s Vulcan.
Searched mental files…nope, nothing.
After she relaxed a bit, I asked her to tell me more about it. To me, a committed omnivore, the vegan way sounded a little crazy.
Two decades later, I still consider eating a TRYathlon.
If it’s edible, it’s fair game. New food? I’m in. (This is why I gained 15 lbs during a month in Trinidad.)
Lovers of all things fuzzy, close your eyes for this next sentence: in Peru, I checked out a local delicacy—guinea pig ravioli.
I say this not to induce death threats from PETA but to prove that I will, in fact, taste almost anything once. Chocolate covered ants are high on my “try it” list.
If you told my camp-counselor-self that I’d someday adore vegetarian or vegan dishes, I might have laughed. It’s true, though. This try-all-foods-at-least-once attitude has led me to love meatless meals.
Attending WordCamp US brought me to a life-altering culinary discovery.
At lunch on Friday (FYI, the food was FABULOUS), I spooned a couple different Philly-cheesesteak-style meats onto my plate without checking the tags.
One of them was the most tender, fall-apart-in-your-mouth beef I’ve ever had.
I raved about it to my friend Ruth, who laughed.
Apparently there’s this thing I’d never heard about. Seitan. Ruth, attempting to assist me in pronunciation, explained that it sort of sounds like “satan.”
Me: “So. Somebody chopped the devil into little bits and it tastes like heaven. Who knew?”
Ruth: Eye roll. (All my friends have this same weird tic. So strange.)
- a high-protein vegetarian food made from cooked wheat gluten.
Originorigin uncertain: perhaps from Japanese shokubutsusei tanpaku ‘vegetable protein.’
I understand “cooked wheat gluten” and “vegetable protein” don’t sound enticing—or, for that matter, even palatable. But trust me on this one. Go back and look at that picture above. Yep, seitan. It’s mouth-watering.
Friday evening, I had seitan prepared to taste like chicken. MMMM. At Saturday’s lunch, seitan barbecue. SO good.
I ate a LOT of seitan, skipping “real” meat for the rest of the weekend. Having had…occasional issues…with new foods, I had concerns about potential…repercussions. I’m happy to report that all systems remained in proper working order.
Unless you’re allergic to wheat/gluten, you’ve gotta try it.
Researching my new obsession, I’ve found several recipes to make seitan at home. I haven’t attempted yet (mostly because my kitchen has been upside-down for the last month, but that’s a post for another day). Although you can buy it prepared, DIY sounds more fun.
Check out the Post Punk Kitchen for an apparently foolproof recipe. Isa has a number of other vegan recipes that look incredibly yummy.
For many reasons, I feel extremely fortunate to have had the chance to attend WordCamp US 2015 (and if you’re interested in attending next year, click here for a 2016 ticket. Trust me; the food alone is worth the price).
Finding a unique new fare might not be a major motivating factor for you, but it’s just one of many great reasons to attend.
I mean, where else can you cut the devil into tiny little pieces and chow down?
Wait. Did you just roll your eyes?
You should totally get that tic checked.
I never manage to keep resolutions I make for the New Year, but this year I’ve set a record!
Resolution: Post every day in January.
Day One: TANK.
I don’t think I’ve ever failed so quickly.
In my defense, a migraine attacked AND we poured concrete countertops in the kitchen, so…my day was a bit full.
Excuses, excuses…I know.
To make up for this, I’d like to give you a special treat: the story of WordCamp US 2015, in pictures.
Actually, I was planning to give you the link anyway, but now I can tell myself yesterday wasn’t a complete wash. Oh, wait. Not lying to myself was also a resolution. Doggone it!
Maybe I can make a resolution to break a resolution every day…now we’re talking!
The event photographers were beyond stellar, both as individuals and as snapshot extraordinaires. Working with them was unbelievable.
I hope you enjoy the story as much as we enjoyed documenting this amazing conference.
Here’s the #2 thing I learned at WordCamp.
Continued from this post.
It’s okay to “just be a blogger.”
Which is why this blog is now BACK AT WORDPRESS.COM.
I do not have to learn code.
No need to be a developer.
Although learning about SEO is fun and I like it, I don’t even have to do that.
My Thursday train arrived with an hour to spare. Ruth (see earlier post) convinced me to join the volunteer party instead of disappearing to my hotel.
I met Dennis. In addition to being an event speaker and all-around good guy, he’s also a Happiness Engineer.
And he spoke those eight little words I’d been dying to hear.
“There’s nothing wrong with ‘just’ being a blogger.”
Ever since the last WordCamp (around 98% of attendees were technical, not writers), I really, really REALLY tried to follow their advice. “Get a domain and self-host.”
I got a domain. (This, actually, IS a good idea.)
Joined BlueHost to have a self-hosted blog. (At least for this gal…not so much.)
Although I’m truly interested in SEO, I just want to write. Gaining a clearer understanding of search and meta and how things work isn’t a bad thing, but I don’t want to do that every day.
I’m no quitter. Not usually. But today, I called to cancel my BlueHost account.
Here’s what you need to know:
- Get your own domain. It’s your brand. I still own caseyalexanderblog.com for a year, but from here on out, you’ll be seeing hypervigilant.org as the new brand. If you’ve been around a while, you know why. If you’re new, I’ll explain sometime soon.
- Don’t self-host unless you enjoy the work. Self-hosting is only fun if you want to handle everything yourself. If, like me, you just want to write, you don’t need that.
- Get your domain through WordPress.com (no, they’re not paying me to say this). You get to keep all the cool features I lost when I went to BlueHost. There were no “reblog” or “follow” buttons. No community of readers and bloggers. I had ZERO new followers on the new blog. WordPress is where it’s at. (Yes, that’s bad grammar. Hush.)
- Reach out to a Happiness Engineer. Check the forums and help pages first, but if your issue isn’t resolved, check with a Happiness Engineer. Making people happy is what they do. No kidding.
So…if you’re new, welcome! I’m Casey, occasionally called hypervigilant. I like to write. I’m a blogger.
Thank you, Dennis, for saving my love of blogging.
Also, big thanks to Dean, Praveen, Zandy, Nicola and last but CERTAINLY not least, Naoko, some of the best Happiness Engineers in the Land. In the world, for that matter. You guys rock.
Click here for #3…