Carnivore’s Delight

Every now and then, I’ll be walking through a San Francisco neighborhood and catch a glorious whiff of someone grilling out. I stop and stick up my nose, taking great big gulps of air, almost as if I could sink my teeth into that lovely meaty aroma and the memories it brings of cold beer [...]

Every now and then, I’ll be walking through a San Francisco neighborhood and catch a glorious whiff of someone grilling out. I stop and stick up my nose, taking great big gulps of air, almost as if I could sink my teeth into that lovely meaty aroma and the memories it brings of cold beer and warm friendships on hot summer days in the South.

But since moving to such a crunchy city, I love this smell for an entirely new (and admittedly snarky) reason: knowing that, as I’m savoring it, there’s probably at least a vegan or two in the vicinity who’s dry heaving into their bowl of cracked bulgur tofu topped with dandelions and kelp sprinkles.

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  1. Mmmmm….bulgar tofu…

    Comment by Cathy — May 14, 2012 @ 8:35 pm

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