More cookies

I'm trying to create (normal) vegan cookies for Gigi, which is going so-so. I eliminated milk from my recipes awhile ago, just because sometimes I can't be arsed to go out and buy milk, but I've been using an egg as a binder. Gigi suggested I use ground flax seeds instead, but I'd already been using flax in my normal cookie recipes because I'd discovered flax makes me higher faster when I add reefer. Which apparently EVERYBODY KNEW BUT ME, including J*Fish's girlf, who doesn't even like reefer.

Oh well, I love the thrill of discovery.

Anyways, experimentation made me realize I can probably use a puréed banana as a substitute for the egg, but this morning I only had one banana in the house and I needed to eat it instead of put it into the cookies for Gigi, because that's the kind of woman I am. So I used puréed rhubarb instead. As a substitute choice, that was completely arbitrary, except my mum makes a wicked rhubarb upside-down cake so I know it can be yummy. I'm going to see how they turned out now . . .

OH MY FUCK, it's fucking delicious. Ha! I'm shocked in an "I-knew-it" sort of way. And the fibre from the rhubarb makes it look like the cookie has little hairs after you take a bite, which is gross in a purposefully-gross-11-year-old's-Halloween-party kinda way. On it goes. The thrill of discovery once more, this time thanks to the fact one's friend has made the decision to stop eating anything that comes from something with a nervous system. Necessity is a motherfucker.

I admire Gigi for his decision to stop eating things with a - a face, let's say (because I bet he'd eat a Venus Flytrap if they tasted good, and those have something like a nervous system, right? Fuck, I'm ignorant.) Gigi and I used to binge on cheese and patés and what have you, so I'm sad I'm missing one of my animal-products binging partners, but, you know, good for him. I don't think I could ever do it, mostly because I don't think I would ever want to do it. Figaro claims he's vegetarian, but he's the sort of vegetarian who'll eat fish whenever and will order a big, juicy blue steak in a restaurant with a reputation for good, big, juicy blue steaks, which might not be the best kind of vegetarian, but is certainly my kind of vegetarian.