by Dissolution » Mon May 21, 2012 8:13 am
Caroveggie I could give the wife an award winning cookie, and if she thought I had made it, or that it was vegan, she would instantly spit it out and claim that it tasted awful.
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The trip to Pittsburgh was nice. It was a beautiful day out. Since this was kind of a "foodie" trip, they served treats before getting on the bus, then breakfast on the bus, then more treats halfway to Pittsburgh and then another stop for treats on the way home. I packed oatmeal and bananas.
"The Strip" is pretty cool. It's probably best described as a whole-sale district that integrated with grocery/restaurant/retail over the course of decades. If I lived closer it would be a great place to buy produce and spices. There's lots of ethnic food, from the more traditional Pittsburgh eastern European to Indian and Jamaican.
I tried to go into one cheese shop and could not stand the smell, so I waited outside. I didn't even try to go into the decaying meat tube store. The bread places all smelled wonderful and the pasta places were very cool.
My Mother went with us, and had seen some restaurant with a fried fish sandwich that she was dying to have. So that's where we went for lunch. The place smelled fishy, so the wife (who hates fish) and I both ate side salads while my Mom ate this huge fish sandwich. We never did find another place to eat, but the wife snacked on pastries and sweets off and on all day. I ate a roll.
Several times on the bus trip the wife would mention very loudly about me being a vegan. I think she was trying to embarrass me or garner some support from the foodie crowd. It didn't seem to work. Later she got nasty about something, so I brought up all the stuff she hates. (broccoli, brussels sprouts, cabbage, tomatoes, egg plant, bok choy, peppers, onions, spinach, kale, mangos, kiwi, oranges, olive oil, fish and most seafood) I think most people thought she was stranger than I was, a couple even commented to me.
We arrived back at our car around 8 pm. I asked the gentleman hosting the trip if he had any fast-casual restaurants he could recommend in the area, since I don't often eat in the Chambersburg, PA area. He suggested a small Italian place, so that's where we went.
I ordered pasta primavera, and explained to the waitress about the whole "vegan thing", which she understood. Sadly though, the amount of oil in my pasta was astounding. It was late, we needed to drop my Mother off, who was not feeling well, after a day of eating badly and polishing off the lion's share of the Wife's fried mushroom appetizer. So I ate the pasta anyways, trying my best to avoid the oil.
He's where I get frustrated. I weighed 220.0 on Thursday. I ate light on Friday, so I probably should have been down a little from that. I passed on treats all day long surrounded by people raving about what was being served. I did eat more oil, than I probably consume in a month, but I weighed in at 225 Sunday morning. Then 226 this morning, I just don't get it sometimes. I'm so tired of being in the 220's, feels like I'm cursed or something.
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