• Ephera
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    1 year ago

    I’ve recently been trying out living vegan, mostly on the basis of “Why not?”. I’m lactose-intolerant anyways and supermarkets have plenty vegan foods around here.

    Problem is, when I say “recently”, I actually mean multiple years ago and I’m at the point where randomly eating non-vegan food can throw my body into unforeseen consequences, so I avoid it nonetheless.

    Well, my parents came to visit this week and we went to this bakery place, which also has options for lunch.
    Last time we were there, I ate a bun with a salad without the dressing, because they didn’t have just vinegar+oil dressing.

    Which is a sorry excuse for a lunch, but the best they have, so this time, I went to order the same. But then the lady behind the counter told me that they didn’t have salads today, and asked whether I want something else instead.
    So, I evaluated my options – sorry, not plural – there was only one option: I guess, I’ll have another bun with my bun.

    Fucking hell.

    Like, I kind of don’t care. I went home afterwards and cooked myself much nicer food than my parents got.
    But just the look from that lady, as I basically told her, I literally do not want any of the other foods you have in stock. I’d rather eat two dry buns, even though I just wanted a salad.

    So, yeah, I wish just some fucking iceberg lettuce on bread was always an option.