Still here, people.
Here was yesterday’s menu:
Breakfast: Special K again
Lunch: Subway “Veggie Delite”
Supper: Christina’s delicious homemade bean soup with sausage removed
Yesterday was always going to be tough, as I spent all day down at the Lake, first meeting with a client and then doing Big Surf stuff. Hence the Altoids – my preferred method of remaining awake while driving for three hours. (That and listening to This American Life podcasts.) I was expecting a barrelful of mockery from my friends and colleagues at the waterpark, but they hid their sniggers well. I like Subway sandwiches, but unsurprisingly I usually have ’em groaning with meat. The Veggie Delite really wasn’t bad at all. It’s a simple concept: every non-meat item on the Subway menu is stuffed between two bits of bread. There were black olives and Jalapeno peppers flying everywhere. I admit I did eye Darin’s meatball marinana with some degree of wistful longing, but not as much as I would have expected.
Supper was delicious, all the more so for being eaten after the children had gone to bed, watching Weeds on DVD from Netflix. (We had a temporary halt in our viewing while my parents were here. If you’ve watched the show, you’ll know why.) I always thought that the kielbasa sausage that I mournfully scooped out was the best thing about the soup, but it turns out I was wrong. I loved every beany mouthful.
For all that the day was satisfying enough from a gastronomic point of view, this whole no-meat lark has started to get me down. At some point during the evening I opened the fridge and my gaze fell upon a plate of ham, and there was something unsettlingly visceral in my desire to stuff the lot into my gob. Perhaps two days without meat has caused some strange chemical imbalance inside me. Aren’t I supposed to be feeling healthier? I just feel a bit sad.