Slow Cooker Vegetable Korma
This blog has become a record of how I sashay into every Wednesday with full confidence that I can pull off #VeganVednesday, then probably half the time, I end up unwittingly thwarting my own good intentions. This morning, trying to find some solace in these dark days of November, I decided to treat myself to a (vegan!) coffee. Coffee makes my cold heart feel things. I try not to drink it too often, lest the magical effect should wear off. I stood stupidly at the display case at the coffee shop, not even daring to imagine that any of the pastries might not contain butter, but LOOKING at them wasn't cheating on #VeganVednesday. DROOLING wasn't cheating. I turned away. And then not two seconds later, I ordered a latte, and drank half of it before it dawned on me that I had not specified soy milk or oat milk or coconut milk or really any darned kind of milk that did not come from a darned animal. And then I was filled with dismay at my darned self. I veered back to the pl...