Just Because I'm a Vegetarian Doesn't Mean I Like Cucumbers
As a part of a recent wide-sweeping life change, I’ve become a vegetarian. Well, it’s more than just that, but I’ll get into that another time. As far as the vegetarianism goes, I have yet to stray, nor any real plans to ever. But it’s not easy, at least not for me.
You see, I’m also a big fan of free food. And working at a hotel that has a small deli in the lobby, well, you come across a lot of free food. Hell, in life you come across a lot of free food. And that food is rarely vegetarian. But, more to the point, in my search for vegetarian meals, I’ve been trying out a whole new array of sandwiches at a variety of local shops. And there one thing I’ve noticed consistently.
What the fuck is with all the cucumbers?
Just because I prefer more vegetables in my diet nowadays, doesn’t mean I necessarily like all vegetables. And more directly, that means cucumbers.
I had a veggie panini at D’Amico and Sons shop in the Mill City Museum yesterday. It had cucumbers. I got a garden salad from a pizza joint last week. Cucumbers. I ordered a veggie sub at Subway the other day, and the lady asked me “Would you like cucumbers on that?”
I had one good cucumber, once. It was out of my friend Johnnie and Rebecca’s garden out back of their house in south Minneapolis. And I didn’t even enjoy that one all that much.
I also don’t like pickles. I don’t like Dill pickles or giant gas station pickles or fresh State Fair pickles wrapped up in a napkin. Do you know why?
They’re just cucumbers in disguise. I won’t fall for their trickery.
I’ll eat tofu and tofurkey and some kind of protein laden rice called Quinoa. I’ll eat corn and veggie burgers and Triple Rock’s vegan “cheese” sauce. I’ll take a bean burrito from Taco Bell any day of the week.
But enough with the goddam cucumbers already.
You see, I’m also a big fan of free food. And working at a hotel that has a small deli in the lobby, well, you come across a lot of free food. Hell, in life you come across a lot of free food. And that food is rarely vegetarian. But, more to the point, in my search for vegetarian meals, I’ve been trying out a whole new array of sandwiches at a variety of local shops. And there one thing I’ve noticed consistently.
What the fuck is with all the cucumbers?
Just because I prefer more vegetables in my diet nowadays, doesn’t mean I necessarily like all vegetables. And more directly, that means cucumbers.
I had a veggie panini at D’Amico and Sons shop in the Mill City Museum yesterday. It had cucumbers. I got a garden salad from a pizza joint last week. Cucumbers. I ordered a veggie sub at Subway the other day, and the lady asked me “Would you like cucumbers on that?”
I had one good cucumber, once. It was out of my friend Johnnie and Rebecca’s garden out back of their house in south Minneapolis. And I didn’t even enjoy that one all that much.
I also don’t like pickles. I don’t like Dill pickles or giant gas station pickles or fresh State Fair pickles wrapped up in a napkin. Do you know why?
They’re just cucumbers in disguise. I won’t fall for their trickery.
I’ll eat tofu and tofurkey and some kind of protein laden rice called Quinoa. I’ll eat corn and veggie burgers and Triple Rock’s vegan “cheese” sauce. I’ll take a bean burrito from Taco Bell any day of the week.
But enough with the goddam cucumbers already.