My daughter Rachel stood in the kitchen in a floral sundress, her brown hair up in a ponytail. I was overjoyed to see her. She\u2019d just flown in from Texas, where she and her husband, Jared, lived. Our favorite thing to do on mother-daughter visits like this? Cook.<\/p>\n
Rachel opened the refrigerator door and poked her head in.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom,\u201d she said, turning toward me with confusion in her eyes. \u201cI see lots of milk, yogurt and cheese.\u201d She looked again. \u201cAnd eggs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you don\u2019t eat meat now,\u201d I said, \u201cso I got a bunch of eggs and dairy for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, Jared and I aren\u2019t just vegetarian\u2014we\u2019re vegan<\/em>. That means we don\u2019t eat meat, dairy or eggs. No animal products at all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n What will I feed them? <\/em>I wondered. Rachel had told me how she and Jared listened to an audiobook about the health benefits of a vegan diet. More normalized blood glucose levels. A reduced risk of heart problems.<\/p>\n Our family history of hypertension and arrhythmia was a problem I figured I\u2019d deal with later. Rachel was more proactive and decided to give veganism a try. Jared was on board too.<\/p>\n At the time, though, I thought it was just a temporary thing. A fad. Who ever heard of vegans in Texas<\/em>?<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s great,\u201d Rachel said. \u201cWe eat fruit and vegetables, whole grains, nuts and beans. When prepared right, vegan food is delicious. You\u2019d be surprised, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t sound great to me. What harm is there in the occasional cheeseburger or piece of fried chicken? Or a dollop of sour cream on your baked potato every once in a while? A person needed some variety.<\/p>\n Tonight, I\u2019d planned on making a cheesy lasagna loaded with veggies\u2014no meat in that. For dessert I thought we\u2019d whip up my aunt Etta\u2019s famous chocolate pie. But hearing that Rachel didn\u2019t even eat dairy, I didn\u2019t know what to do for dinner.<\/p>\n When Rachel and my other kids were young, I was a bit of an absent-minded cook, sometimes forgetting a crucial ingredient or burning the breakfast toast. But by the time she was a teenager I\u2019d found my groove, and even worked as a caterer.<\/p>\n For her part, Rachel always loved the kitchen. By ninth grade, she packed her own healthy lunches for school. Then, when she got married, her interest in the kitchen\u2014and in healthy eating\u2014grew even stronger.<\/p>\n I remember once visiting Rachel and Jared in Texas before they became vegans. I sat down to a delicious meal: salad, garlic bread (not burned), and spaghetti topped with a rich and creamy pesto sauce. She had made everything from scratch.<\/p>\n Rachel and I bonded over cooking. I loved experimenting on my own, watching the Food Network in my spare time and serving elaborate meals to my husband and guests. I posted pictures of what I made on Facebook: casseroles, bourbon brown sugar pork loin, you name it. Rachel did the same.<\/p>\n Soon, we were blogging to share recipes. We\u2019d call each other, testing the same meals and chatting as we cooked.<\/p>\n But now, Rachel had gone vegan, and I couldn\u2019t help fearing that her new diet would destroy the fun of our bond, one that brought me such joy. I tried to squeeze a prayer between my panicky thoughts.<\/p>\n \u201cAre we cooking today, or what?\u201d Rachel asked, a playful gleam in her eye. I relaxed.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t we need a specialty supermarket for vegans?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cNope,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019ll bet we can improvise a meal with whatever you have here.\u201d<\/p>\n Rachel glided around the kitchen, the way she always did. It was almost a kind of ballet. She examined the bowl of sunny yellow peppers I had gotten for the vegetable lasagna.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat about the yellow pepper soup you tried that one time?\u201d she asked. \u201cLet\u2019s make that\u2014vegan-style!\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned. \u201cBut the recipe calls for chicken broth and cream, and I know you can\u2019t eat those anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Rachel said. \u201cYou just start chopping up the yellow peppers and I\u2019ll see what else I can find in your kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n While I put the peppers on a cutting board and set to work, Rachel grabbed a sweet potato, a clove of garlic, an onion, nutmeg, and then, drifting to the pantry, she returned with a carton of vegetable broth. I\u2019d forgotten I had that.<\/p>\n \u201cTa-da!\u201d she said. \u201cHere\u2019s everything we need to make a vegan yellow pepper soup. The sweet potato will make it creamy.\u201d<\/p>\n Soon, the soup was simmering on the stove, and Rachel and I were sitting at the table, catching up, swapping stories and laughing like we always did. I\u2019d lost track of time when Rachel looked at her watch and said, \u201cLet\u2019s see if it\u2019s done!\u201d<\/p>\n With eyes closed, I brought a spoonful of soup to my lips. A complex, pleasant mix of flavors filled my mouth. I had to hand it to her: This soup was delicious.<\/p>\n Not that I was ready to go vegan just yet. But knowing how healthy the soup was made me enjoy it even more. Best of all, we were having fun. Rachel may have gone vegan, but that didn\u2019t mean we had to change the way we cooked together. Joy was one ingredient we\u2019d always share.<\/p>\n