The fam bbq'ed ribs and had potato salad. I've been vegan for long enough now that whoever picks me up at the Redwood City Cal Train station also takes me to Whole Foods for vegan fare (thanks fam!). My Grandma also puts aside a bowlful potato salad for me, pre-eggs and mayo, so I can add Veganaise and whatever else I fancy. They may not always be interested in eating my food (more for me!), but when it comes down to it, everyone is pretty supportive of my veganism.
Citrus spare-rib cutlets, fruit salad, corn on the cob (with Earth Balance!), potato salad, green salad and GREAT WHITE! So fancy. Let me tell you, if I had been bbq'ing at my apt, with friends and roommates, I would not have eaten such a nice meal. It would have looked more like 14 pbrs and some tofu dogs. You know, if I had to guess.
Isn't Beyonce amazing? I can't get enough of this song. I am way too into top 40 right now. Sometimes I just don't even know who I am.
In other news, I dyed my platinum hair BROWN. More like DARK BROWN ALMOST BLACK. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I feel like I've made a huge mistake. I feel so mousy with brown hair - I should really get over that. Project 'Lightening it up' is starting tomorrow. Since I'm not cooking so much anymore, I have to find other means of being creative. It's like it's anywhere between 1999 and 2006 - therefore my hair color is going to change every month, perhaps every week. Maybe the whole tone of this blog will change. No more cooking, just all the crazy shit I do to my hair and the slow process in which it all falls out/breaks off and I have to start from scratch. I really don't want that to happen. I've been there before and it's not pretty.
This is what I look like when I'm working on my computer, but am really just taking pictures of myself pretending to work on the computer.
I will be cooking again soon enough. I quit my Oakland job, as I got hired as a baker at a vegetarian restaurant in the city. I will not be spending half of my life on BART for much longer! Thank gawd. Everyday, a little part of me died on that commute. There is not much left.