Eat Like a Rabbit

Just before school started, Paul's college had a nice dinner for staff and spouses. We really appreciated the fun, and I enjoyed meeting some of Paul's coworkers and even talking to people I've known longer than Paul has known them.

The purpose of this post is actually to point out a discussion we had at the dinner table with six other people. I had only met one of them previously. One of the ladies asked if our vegetarian plate was good. Everyone else was eating chicken or steak, maybe? Anyway, our plate was more the topic of conversation because the lady asked what was in our vegetarian strudel. We honestly could not answer. I was pretty sure there were mushrooms somewhere, onions, and yellow and red bell peppers, but they were all more mashed, which made them less recognizable. Still, there was another base item, and we just couldn't figure out what it was. The lady nodded as if she understood and said "Yes, I used to be a vegetarian, but I found I preferred to be able to know what I was eating."

Wow! How true. I started thinking How often have I been somewhere and had no idea what was on my plate? Let this be a lesson to people who cook for vegetarians and who own restaurants. At any time, people want to be able to figure out what they are being served.

I found the salad offered the same predicament. Exactly what vegetables were julienned on top of it? Till this day, I have no idea what I ate on the top of my salad that night or what was in the strudel. Somehow, the value of the meal and the ability to evaluate its tastiness goes down considerably if you don't have a name for it. Fortunately, the cake was presented well.

Even with questionable food (I always look at the positive that it was free.) we enjoyed the evening-especially knowing there won't be many late nights come February.

Would you like to know what we're eating next?