Creepy Veggie Burger
Today I went to lunch with my parents, who were driving through town on their way to some weekend parties in honor of Nashvegas sister and her fiancé. Assuming everyone lives this long, they're getting married in three weeks. Woo hoo!
But that is not the point of this post. The point is this: I ate the creepiest veggie burger ever today for lunch. [Follow Nashville veggie friends: Let me know if you eat on West End and I'll share more details, like where not to eat if you want to avoid the same thing.]
The weird thing: It tasted good. But I couldn't eat it. The burger was the consistency of very very rare ground beef. And there was a smoky flavor that really contributed to the meat sensation. But this was the clincher: They appeared to have used beets or beet juice in the burger, because the grains, which made up the majority of the burger, were pink. Pink, people. Like raw beef.
Seriously. You do not want your veggie burger to evoke raw beef.
I have spent a fair amount of time this spring thinking about why I'm not eating meat. I still haven't figured it out, really. But I do know that I'm less enticed than ever to go omni after that crazy veggie burger today.




