speedvegan

so it’s Teo’s first day and nobody is around to have lunch with him. Nev and i, humanitarians as we are, decided to take him out for a quick bite. we’re the most entertaining in the office anyway. haha

but seriously… we’ve established i am vegetarian by now. i really wanted a salad. but a sandwich on the menu changed my mind: hummus, roasted red peppers, onions, cucumbers and lettuce on ciabatta bread. so i ordered it (minus the onions of course) with a side of fruit. yum-E !

i was excited about the image of this new taste sensation until reality made its way to our table. i wasn’t totally impressed with the bread. the fruit didn’t look… fresh… but i took a few bites of the sandwich anyway and decided it wasn’t totally horrible until i bit into a piece of… pepperoni. honestly, i oppose discrimination of all sorts, but shouldn’t veggies and meat live on opposite sides of the prep counter ?

am i being punished by the vegan gods ??

so i’m packing my lunch this morning (after my routine run). sweat is dripping everywhere, which is pretty disgusting to begin with. being vegetarian (which i cannot stress enough) i normally have tofu, seitan, a soy burger or a salad for lunch. that’s pretty routine as well. so i put 2 pieces of tofu in one piece of tupperware and open up a brand new can of ‘organic’ green beans i got at the market last week. only this time, it seems like i got more than i bargained for. as i’m putting some of my yummy green beans in another piece of tupperware, i notice something… different, red… yes, a cricket. A CRICKET in my green beans !!

is the universe trying to tell me something ? have i been vegetarian long enough ? is it time to start eating meat and non-organic produce ? i don’t know, but it sure is a bad week for a vegetarian…

went to lunch today for Natalie’s first day on the job (which was actually yesterday). she wanted Italian. safe enough for a vegetarian, right ? wrong…

ordered the ‘country garden pasta’ or so i thought as i bit into a piece of something that did not taste or feel like a vegetable. i have not eaten meat in over 10 years, but i know there is no place for a raw piece of flesh in a country garden and there’s no place for it in my stomach. my stomach is NOT a graveyard !