I’ll be in Northern California from tonight until Sunday, doing the vegan Thanksgiving thing with the loved ones. Posting resumes next week.
I’ll be in Northern California from tonight until Sunday, doing the vegan Thanksgiving thing with the loved ones. Posting resumes next week.
I don’t know if you find this as often in California as I happen to in my small farming community of a home town in Iowa, but every time I mention that I am going to my sister’s for vegan thanksgiving, the responses range from “how the hell are you supposed to have thanksgiving without meat” to “whats a vegan?” Im interested in what you feasted upon this year.
I’ve had people ask me, “Okay, but if you’re a vegetarian, what do you eat on Thanksgiving?”
“What do YOU eat on Thanksgiving?” I “answer” with a smile.
“Turkey!”
“Okay…anything else?”
“Sure! Mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, corn…”
“Okay, that’s what I have.”
A pause.
“OHHHHHHHHHH…”
Vegan Thanksgiving makes Baby Jesus cry.
No, Baby Jesus only drinks breast milk, duh.
That’s why he cries. He wants that trytophan.