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sixteen ounce chunks of dead artiodactyle
Friday, July 31 2009
Gretchen headed down to Maryland today for a grade school reunion (evidently such things exist), leaving me at the house by myself. Eventually I went into town to get supplies for the weekend, and this included booze, corn chips, and hardware (including a replacement for my recently-burned-out shop vac, which can be had cheaper from Home Depot than from Harbor Freight.
After I got back, I went immediately to a dinner engagement at the Bear Café with Ray and his contingent combined with Penny and David. I'd had some pizza and wasn't feeling very hungry, but I ordered the one vegan entr&eactue;e anyway, an Asian combination of mushrooms and pasta well-suited to my preferences. Nobody else at the table ordered anything vegan, and of the six other people there, two ordered fish and three ordered sixteen ounce chunks of dead artiodactyle. If they'd been eating with Gretchen, I suspect they would have skewed their orders a bit further afield from Mammalia. Though I'm considered a safely non-judgmental, I do sense increased disappointment that I abstain so regularly from animal proteins. I understand the feeling they're having; I'm that way about people who abstain from alcohol, imagining that their forbearance gives them a position from which to judge my behavior.
As always, the food was delicious; the Bear Café is probably the best restaurant within a 40 mile radius (I give that number so as to exclude Albany, which I have not fully explored). Dinner conversation was a little hard to follow due to ambient noise, though at some point I spun a yarn about once having dated a 90 year old woman who lacked teeth and would have me chew her food for her.
[And there you have it; I've now kept a "blaag" for thirteen years.]
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