I’m sitting here on this drizzly afternoon eating leftover injera, from last night’s Ethiopian dinner, covered with melted butter and maple syrup. It’s yummy. And I’m savoring every bite because when this butter is gone, I don’t plan on buying more. At the moment, the only animal foods I’m eating are cheese and eggs. And yeah, I know the troublesome aspects of both of those foods, but I’m not ready to go all the way vegan.
Anyway, yesterday was an interesting day for discovering just what kind of vegetarian I am.
Tully’s Feeds Me Ham
It started around 4pm in downtown Berkeley. I was just about to get on BART to meet friends in El Cerrito, when I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten anything at all that day. Not good. But not as alarming as it sounds. I hadn’t gotten out of bed until after 2pm.
So there I am starving near the BART station, … Read the rest