This is called an "appetizer"
I’ve been feeling like a vegetarian in Texas lately, and I have to say I have a heck of a lot more sympathy for you herbivores now that I’m all, “I can’t eat that. Not that either. Nope, not that AT ALL.” Like a lot of people on restricted diets I wind up cooking a heck of a lot and avoid eating out to help ensure my stomach doesn’t get all freaky deeky. Actually, I don’t know if this is true at all. Maybe I’m the only one who lives in a perpetual state of dirty pots and pans and the rest of you are all, “I’m picking up soy-free, dairy-free delights from the drive-through, bitches!”
Regardless, when my husband and I started talking about having an at-home date night this week (I know! Aren’t we exciting!?), I started to get depressed because I knew that meant lots of cooking, cleaning, and basically working just to have a romantic night with my man. I expressed this to him, and he said not to worry my pretty little head about it because he would pick up dinner. When I reminded him I can’t eat gluten, and thus eating take-out is way dicey, he said, “Don’t you think I fucking know that? You have a gd blog, after all, that I’m forced to read and click on multiple times every gd day to increase your precious page views.”
Actually, he totally did not say that. Instead, he offered to go to one of our fave lunch spots, Tender Greens, and grab us some tasty salads. That’s when I started to cry. Continue reading
