800 hours: Still alive. Vegan police are no where to be seen. Apparently they did not register my infraction. Am safe for now.
Breakfasting on granola with almond milk, hash browns, an apple, and orange juice, provided by my thoughtful Aunt.
1000 hours: On the road again, grey drizzle spits upon us, taunting us with the promise of rain and failing to follow through.
1200 hours: Stop for lunch at a gas station/Wendy’s. My lunch consists of some french fries and a baked sweet potato from Wendy’s, as well as a banana and some Oreos. I am not proud of myself, but pickings are slim as we drive further and further into the armpit of Texas. And hey, I didn’t eat all the french fries. I gave some to the dog….
However, the baked sweet potato was pleasantly delicious and I have added Wendy’s to my list of emergency fast food joints. The list now consists of Wendy’s and Taco Bell.
1800 hours: Finally arrive in Amarillo where we proceed to order take out from a restaurant claiming to serve Thai/Japanese/Chinese/Lao food. I choose the tofu stir fry, but on the menu it was simply called “Tofu”. Fittingly, the dish was made up of primarily GIANT hunks of tofu, as well as some veggies. It was tasty, and restored some of the self-respect I lost at lunch, since this meal actually had some green stuff in it.
Yes, my level of self-respect is directly correlated to the amount of green food I eat per day. The dialogue in my head goes something like: “Good for you!! Green food! How exotic and nutritious of you!! You can look people in the eyes knowing that you have eaten more than just Oreos today! Great job!!” It’s sad really.
Anyway, we must have looked tired when we got the food because the restaurant decided to give us eight containers of Sriracha sauce and probably close to twenty packets of soy sauce. I might or might not have contemplated dipping an Oreo in the Sriracha just to see what it would taste like…
Tomorrow we will finally cross the border into New Mexico– The Land of Enchantment. Just a hunch, but I think that my definition of enchantment is different from the definition recognized by the state of New Mexico. When I think of the word “enchanted” I picture unicorns, fairies and clouds made of vegan marshmallows. When I think of New Mexico, on the other hand, I think of desert, sand, dryness, maybe some skiing and aliens. But enchantment?
I guess tomorrow I will find out if NM can charm me with its food. Maybe I’ll come under its spell and never want to leave. Perhaps it will bewitch me, body and stomach. Hayuck yuck.
And now I’ve used up all my remaining self-respect typing that, so I’m going to go eat a bucket of spinach. Have a good night everybody.