{"id":23396,"date":"2015-09-15T19:39:39","date_gmt":"2015-09-16T02:39:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cleanfooddirtygirl.com\/?p=23396"},"modified":"2023-01-31T11:11:52","modified_gmt":"2023-01-31T19:11:52","slug":"how-to-make-whole-food-plant-based-meals-satisfying-and-smoky-tofu-tacos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cleanfooddirtygirl.com\/how-to-make-whole-food-plant-based-meals-satisfying-and-smoky-tofu-tacos\/","title":{"rendered":"The 3 Steps On How To Make Plant Based Meals Satisfying That I Wish I Knew in 1999 + Smoky Tofu Tacos"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was tired. Really damned tired.<\/p>\n

I had been driving for 20 hours straight and the only stops that I made were to fill my gas tank and to empty my bladder. I didn’t care about enjoying the scenery or stopping for souvenirs. Eating wasn\u2019t even a priority. My only focus was getting there without falling asleep at the wheel.<\/p>\n

So I engaged in the usual tactics. I poured water on myself, I slapped my own cheeks and I sang as loud as I could (which I\u2019m sure was horrifying, but I couldn\u2019t tell because I\u2019m tone deaf).<\/p>\n

I had to sing to myself because my old 1983 grey Ford Tempo didn\u2019t have any speakers. It\u2019s not even that the speakers didn\u2019t work, it\u2019s that my car literally didn\u2019t have any. A road trip with no music is like death to a 19 year old.<\/p>\n

But That\u2019s how in love I was.<\/strong><\/p>\n

So up out of New Mexico I went. Across the tip of Texas, through Oklahoma, up through Missouri, into Illinois, and past Chicago to a little town where my heart was currently residing.<\/p>\n

It was the kind of love that hits you hard and fast and before you know it, this person is your entire world. The kind of love that when you\u2019re next to this person the thought, \u201cI can die now and it would be okay\u201d is normal. The kind of love that makes you sick and dizzy and happy and crazy and angry all in the same disgustingly beautiful moment.<\/p>\n

It was that first love.<\/p>\n

And I drove a straight 26 hours to see her after not seeing her for 3 months.<\/p>\n

I stood on her porch and I rang the doorbell. It was 10pm and I was nervous, exhausted, hungry, nauseous, and excited, not knowing where one feeling ended and the others began. I was a walking ball of intense energy that could’ve powered a small country for at least 30 days.<\/p>\n

As she opened the door, my stomach felt like it was outside of my body and the moment our eyes locked, the earth became wobbly under my black Converse shoes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel the earth move under my feet…\u201d
\nI get it Carole King. I get it.<\/p>\n

In that moment my world stopped. A bomb could’ve gone off and I wouldn’t have noticed. I entered her house and walked directly into my bliss.<\/p>\n

Little did I know, my world was about to come tumbling down, way\u00a0down.<\/p>\n

Over the next week, a series of unfortunate events would take place:<\/p>\n