Parents meet; Xbox controller and Leo Strauss are casualties.

This evening my parents and my fiancee’s parents met for the first time. We all had dinner together over at her parents’ house and I think it went well. Her mother was very nice and prepared several vegan-friendly options for us, such as a TVP and rice casserole, some delicious grilled veggies, baked potatoes, and a great chocolate-banana oatmeal cake. It’s great that she did too, because we were going to bring something vegan just to be safe but totally spaced on making it last night. Whoopsie.

It would be nice to say that her parents were always so supportive of her vegan diet, but it’s great that they’ve come around. My parents are relatively supportive, but it isn’t like they really have much choice in the matter considering I’m in my late twenties and not living with them. The one concern my dad harps on, and given my family history it is a valid one, is making sure I get enough B12. My grandfather later in life suffered from major B12 absorption issues that the doctors believe contributed to him developing dementia and other ailments in his last several years. Apparently that sort of issue can be genetic, and as any vegan can tell you it can be very difficult to get a significant quantity of B12 in foods from anything but animal sources.

In case you didn’t know (I didn’t until recently), this isn’t because animal sources are inherently the only place we can get B12. It isn’t proof of a need for meat in our diet. Rather, it is a result of our modern farming methods–we work the ground so hard to produce such huge quantities of certain crops, and as a result the soil becomes fatigued and is no longer replenished naturally with B12 that then becomes integrated into the plants grown in that soil. In healthy, vibrant soil there is plenty of B12 available to create plants that match the B12 needs of human beings.

Anyway, on to the casualties… When we got home we discovered that Abigail decided she wanted to destroy quite a few things around the house after she freed herself from her crate in some as-yet-to-be-determined manner. Among the dead were my copy of The City and Man, a wireless xbox controller, and some sandals. Injured were two remotes and a couple of pairs of sandals. Could’ve been worse, but she’s certainly proven she can’t be left unsupervised quite yet. Shame too, because I was planning on letting her stay out tonight while we slept since she’d been stuck in her crate all day.

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