MEEEEEEEAT!

You know, it really doesn't bother me that my wife decided to go vegetarian. Oh, sure, all of my best dishes involve meat in some way, but I've had to learn how to make new things, which has been kind of fun. I'm still of the opinion that vegetarians shouldn't try to pass off meatless dishes as meaty ones we're all familiar with (that "Vegetarian Rueben" isn't bad, but it certainly isn't a Reuben). They should just let the dishes stand on their own without comparison, because they're tasty enough, and surely the vegetarian chefs of the world don't actually think they're fooling anyone.

Another nice thing about my wife going vegetarian is that it's forced me to eat healthier meals, at least at home. OK, I say "forced," but really, she doesn't care if I eat meat, even in front of her. It's my own laziness (cooking two separate main courses versus one) that has painted me into the healthy-eating corner, but why quibble over the small stuff? Still, the point I'm rambling in the general direction of is, that while I've not been eating as much meat as usual, I can still make a bad lunch decision with the best of them.

Note, for example, the massive, heart-stopping cholesterol-fest you see above. I must thank the mad geniuses at the corporate restaurant for coming up with that one -- spicy Italian sausage sauteed with onions and peppers, then plonked onto a sub roll with masses of provolone cheese. I don't care how bad it was for me. . . after the second bite, I knew I was going to plow through it in a matter of minutes. And I did. Thank you, you magnificent bastards. You've made Tuesday worth waking up for.