Pressure Cooker Vegan Lentil Soup

On the myriad cooking shows I watch they often use pressure cookers. I've often wondered to myself if I need one and if I did have one, what exactly I would make with it. 

I never did buy one for myself. I always figured I had the time to wait for the same thing to happen via the stovetop. 

But for some strange reason, my mother bought one. She doesn't even like to cook. Perhaps that factored into her decision. 

When she fell ill, I found myself with the desire to make good use of this appliance on her behalf. It felt therapeutic to create sustenance from this device that she'd bought so soon before she'd become sick. 
Since it's summer and hot, I thought to myself, I can make a complex broth based soup without making the house hot simmering it on the stovetop for a long time. 

My absolute favorite soup meal is lentil soup. It's just the ultimate vegan chicken noodle soup analog. It's the food of memories, childhood and comfort. It will give you a big hug. 


Runner's High

In April I took up running. I had never run before except for the mile way back in high school gym class. I had always been a cyclist or walker. It always seemed like running was for serious althletes and I was just the casual kind.

I was 43 years old when I first took up this new hobby of running. Had I known how great it could be, I would've done it years ago.

It was terrible at first. No lies. It was hard. Everything hurt. I could hardly go any distance without resting. But at some point I breached some magical threshold and it became a spectacular experience.

I credit my vegetarian/mostly vegan diet for how well it's gone.

For me, the runner's high is very real. I actually get stoned. My head goes numb. I feel invincible. I'm flying instead of running. There are wings on my feet.

Depending on the temps and how rested I am, it might last for 10 minutes or it might go on that way for more than an hour.

Today, it was 80 F and I had rested for 3 days at work. I had made sure to load up on carbs. The first 3 miles were not easy. They rarely ever are. But once I crossed that imaginary line, it was glorious. I ran for a good hour just as high as high can be. No actual drugs were involved.

It got to the point that I was so stoned I had to stop. Not from being tired, but just because my brain was drowning in dopamine. I paused for a few minutes. Had some water. Then went on for another few miles.

I truly beleive ridding my body of animal products is directly responsible for the wildly positive results I've gotten.

The foods we've been conditioned to eat are poisoning us. But ultimately, the choice is ours.