Author’s Note: Forgive the formatting! Will update ASAP.
I’m energized by the fact that I have just a few days left. I’m also so, so over it, and the drive to just give this inconvenience up is increasingly difficult!
It got ugly for dinner.
I went to my best friend’s house, where she proceeded to cook the most delicious buffalo bite cups in existence. I didn’t eat one – but I may have made my friends uncomfortable with the level of intensity that I watched them eat with. She also steamed edamame (not compliant: soy), warmed Hawaiian r0lls with butter (definitely not compliant) and I brought strawberry shortcake fixings ( :(. Not compliant.) This particular group of friends and I are all foodies – we are to good food what frat houses are to Natty Light. (Do they even drink natty light? I avoided and continued to avoid frat houses like the plague. Look, we love to eat, ok?)
I devoured an inordinate amount of strawberries, mangos, cucumbers, and carrots. And I also toed the line…okay, I kicked sand all over it. We decided that if I cut the breading off of the highly processed buffalo bites, that’d be good enough (hint: no it’s not). I think that this is probably the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back on whether or not I could skate through this thing completely compliant. Unless you crawl under a rock and just hang out there (except for a gazillion trips to the farmer’s market), it’s very, very difficult. Everything is processed unless you grow it, kill it, cook it and eat it yourself.
Here’s the feast in it’s entirety:
And here’s how I felt: