Slip, Slip, Sliding Away...

Okay, I'm not doing so well. The Man is doing much better. I am finding solace for a bad day by going to the deli and scarfing down a panini sandwich: portobello mushrooms/havaarti/arugula yes, but there's CHEESE in the middle! How vegan is cheese (that would be made from cow's milk, you see) may I ask? Not a whiff, I must answer, followed (worser and worser) by a, wait for it, bona fide perfectly-and-deliciously-made CHOCOLATE ECLAIR about the size of a fat frank on a non-skimpy bun. I did have a plain, as in no milk/no sugar, medium Earl "Greyer" decaf (oh sacrilege) tea withal, she says waxing a mite Shakespearean in confession. 

But, I HAD to do it. I'm suffering from brain strain, figuring out all the substitutions and subtractions and additions, etc., I must do to make meals for the Man and his, I mean OUR vegan diet. Doing my darnedest, getting results which leave much to be desired —no, no, that are "healthful" I'm meaning—by having to find a way to make his old favorites which taste like his old favorites and look like his old favorites, while being made of completely different ingredients!

I just reread the above and I do believe the sugar and fat and plain out pleasure of what I have eaten in my wild orgy have affected the brain cells in an adverse manner. Sigh. Back to veganism I must go, if only to preserve my mind! That, at a mere two months and four days from the end of three-quarters of a century and the beginning of the fourth quarter of being on this earth, is not a minor consideration.

Onward and upward, say I. Thanks for listening.