My outlaw mother (Dre’s mom Nancy) is in town this week, building an amazing floor-to-ceiling bookshelf in our living room. Dre and I both had class last night (he: circus, me: dance) and I got home before he did to find Nancy still plugging away on the shelves. I was ravenous and made Nancy and myself a simple little meal of eggs scrambled with fresh green beans, and some salad topped with apples and cranberries.

Dre got home a half hour later, and found me in the kitchen cleaning up.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I made dinner,” I explained.

He looked hungry. “Ooh, whatcha make?”

“Nothing you can eat — so suck it,” was my kindly response.

…Sometimes vegan vs. vegetarian makes for a cruel, cruel kitchen.