Day #4 (or #87, who can tell?) of attempting a 95% vegan diet.
My thoughts run the lines of "Bacon, bacon, bacon. Sausage. Bacon, bacon. Steak. Honey-baked ham? Roast beef. Bacon-bacon-bacon-bacon. Bacon, bacon. Prosciutto! Prosciutto!"
Yesterday, Pierre "treated" me to a vegetable juice thing. When I say "yes" to an invitation to a fresh juice, I'm thinking of the one at 138th that tastes like a peanut-butter cream pie NOT the lukewarm one at 124th that tastes like mulch and grass leavings and not in a good way.
I came home and made some iced tea.
Yesterday, Pierre "treated" me to a vegetable juice thing. When I say "yes" to an invitation to a fresh juice, I'm thinking of the one at 138th that tastes like a peanut-butter cream pie NOT the lukewarm one at 124th that tastes like mulch and grass leavings and not in a good way.
I came home and made some iced tea.
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