The Spinach Challenge: Day Six? Seven? Eight?

There's no time-honored tradition as worthwhile as spending several days off of a clear and present challenge. You know, things just get too challenging sometimes and you have to raise the bar by lowering your standards. Ok, I've got some thing to say. I've spent the past days thinking about how to say it, how to present myself, how to be open and accept myself for who I decide to be, I'm vegan there I said it. You might have been tipped off by the fact that I've been fucking obsessed with food for some time now. You might've overheard my friends bringing it up in subtle ways, like "You only talk about food," "Stop chewing that," and "This dinner sucks." Well I'm just glad I'm open about it. I've been so distraught about it over the last few days that I didn't eat any meat, dairy, or even any animal product, really. But now I'm ready to be present about who I am, and that's a cause for celebration.

I celebrated by making this:

VEGANDOG

Well isn't this just a dandy! I've had the dogs on ice for some time now, and was just waiting for me to remember to get buns to make them, so about 29 days later (fuck grocery lists) I had a chance to snatch them up at today's grocery store rendezvous. Well thank Elvis that I finally remembered, and I grabbed the store's own best brand of homemade shit, made with such wholesome fucking ingredients as whole wheat flour and yeast and I'm so excited driving home and soy flour and I'm taking out the delicious toppings and soy lecithin and the boiling dog smells so good and evaporated cane juice and oh gosh the saute is almost done and canola oil and wow this is really going to look cool and salt and I can almost taste it and milk and eggs and WHAT THE FUCK WHOLE FOODS. LEAST FUCKING COOL THING. REALLY. I COULD'VE HAD A BALLPARK FUCKING FRANK BUN WITH BLEACHED FLOUR AND HIGH FUCKTOSE CORN SYRUP AND THAT WOULD'VE BEEN VEGAN? SHIT.

Dog was good though. Dog.