- I made broccoli mac-n-cheeze on Monday; the recipe was heavy on the nutritional yeast, and I really didn't like it. I ended up having a PB&J sandwich for dinner instead. Chris was more kind and actually had seconds.
- On travel in Tampa Tuesday, I went to Publix to get something to eat. They didn't have any veggie sushi, so I ended up with brown rice-California rolls.
- Last night, I went out with my co-workers for happy hour. When I got to the bar, they had already ordered some cheese dip, which I turned down, explaining that I'm a vegan now. One of my dear friends looks at me and says, "You're a vegan?! I feel like I don't even know you anymore!" All kidding aside, by the time I got home, I was feeling naughty, so Chris and I ended up getting a cheese pizza from the store. Oops.
A few successes, too:
- Chris' grandmother's birthday lunch was actually a buffet with a respectable salad bar, tomato-basil soup, and some rice and broccoli. I didn't have to explain to the hunting, Republican contingent that I no longer partake of the animal flesh.
- In Tampa, I had Greek for lunch. I ordered a grilled vegetable-and-baba ganoush wrap and Greek salad, hold the cheese on both. (Funny, though: I tell the waitress, "No cheese, please." And she replies, "But you want feta, right?" I felt like I was in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, when Toula tells her family that her fiance is a vegetarian, to which the aunt replies, "Okay. I make lamb.").
- Also in Tampa, I had a post-meeting, late-night dinner of miso soup, salad, and veggie sushi. Yum.
- Resisted the urge to have meat on Thursday, and instead, made whole wheat penne with non-meatballs. Disaster averted!
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