A frantic call from my sister Kim, alerted me to the fact that she suffered a brief relapse Friday night, but is back! Bill should be back on plan as well. He did email one more picture. I call it "Decadence II".
My secret weapon, the vegan bar at Whole Foods. Actually very good. I was insulted by the Deli counter lady when she asked if I wanted to try the ham I was buying for the kids. I actually looked at her as if she was crazy and replied with a firm "NO!" Maybe this whole thing has changed me in ways I am afraid to explore??
I am envious of the opportunities afforded at the vegan bar at the local Whole Foods store. Comparing it to the egg, cheese, bacon mush that was offered in the first class cabin on the Alaska Airlines flight down to Houston this morning just isn't fair to the airline or its suffering passengers. The JWE gave me an entirely new reason to find it revolting, however. Of course the food disappointment came in a distant second to the requirement of having to travel to Houston on a Sunday morning (or any morning, actually), but that was just the beginning. Dinner was a significant challenge. Apparently, folks around here subscribe to the belief that if you can't shoot it, you can't eat it. There were many wonderful offerings on the menu that once roamed both land and sea, but literally nothing that actually grows in, on, or even above the ground. In the end it was another salad, with a side of veggies that I bet they had to go to the restaurant next door and trade for. Nothing like making a spectacle of one's self at the company dinner. Oh well, at least this time it was about the food. Is there no love in the world for the traveling rookie vegan? Sometimes it is not the doing without that is the challenge, it is simply finding something to do with that is the issue.
ReplyDeleteA couple of questions: What is with the part-time followers of the experience? Can one be partly pure? To Billy Gardner, I ask, when "Decadence II" (pictured above) was placed in front of you, did you not ask yourself, "What Would Joel Do?" Perhaps I will have a t-shirt made, or a bumper sticker even, to help you find the willpower that you have recently been lacking...
I'd also like to address the gorilla in the room ( no pun intended, really) also. Where the hell is Papa G? Surely as we all indulge in a little clean living, Papa G can weigh in (again, no pun!) with some helpful hints. You can bet your bippy that if we were all swearing off donuts, Papa G would have something to say. His silence strikes fear in me that somehow we're moving down the wrong path, and that we've offended the sensibilities of the esteemed gentleman from Holliston. I had a nightmare last night that Papa G looked at me with disgust, shook his head, and muttered..."the three of you trying to act like Joel, IS NOTHING SACRED?!"
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! where is papa G really?? did he think he could just slither through the cracks and think hes escaped the grasp of the joel whalen experience.!!! get him ON HERE!!!!
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