I’m annoyed at our Perkins waitress last night who praised me for being a “good girl” (yes, I’m 30 and not yet eligible for womanhood) for ordering three vegetable sides and mozzarella sticks (I’m keeping cheese, esp. in fried form, to 1-2 times a week). Never mind that the broccoli was “butter-steamed,” that the “glazed” baby carrots were dripping with pancake syrup (yuck), and that the mashed potatoes were probably from a box. People who eat regular entrees do not go to hell for it. I’m thankful to Clementine for reminding us in the comments that food choices are not an individually moral. They have societal consequences, but for land sakes, do not stop eating your pancakes because you feel it will put your eternal soul in jeopardy.
I just ate something called an “omlette waffle.” If that is being ‘bad’ (despite the tofu and salsa involved), I don’t want to be ‘good.’
Vegans will probably think I’m in a funk because I ate a lot of fried cheese last night.
