Pin ItA few days ago, a very lovely man that I have been working for came to my desk and stared at me eating my large bowl of Cous Cous Tabouli. First, he’s a 75 year old world renown businessman known for his candor and humor. Second, he is the son of a southern caterer who was able to knock your socks off with her ham and biscuits filled with butter and gravy. And, here I am little old me, smelling up the corridor to his office eating something he can’t pronounce. He says “That there smells good. What you call it again? Ta what? Girl, how you learn to make all this diabetic food?” I laughed. Diabetic food? “You know, all that healthy stuff? Vegetarian worldly food.” Again, I laughed and went on with working. Later, as I sat eating some Baba Ganoush and whole wheat pita chips, it took everything in me not to start laughing uncontrollably at my desk. I looked at my bag lunch, filled with Middle Eastern food. I realized why it’s so hard for my mother to remember that I am not in fact a vegetarian. Not that there is anything wrong with being vegetarian. I am just not one… at all…at all!
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