I have been off the land based meat since I lived in Colombia in 2000. It was my second stint at being a vegetarian, the first one crumbling after two months of residence induced veggie subs and pasta. This time I was better educated (by those who were already vegetarians) and it has, much to the chagrin of my mother, worked.
Sonja and I went to our favourite local restaurant tonight for dinner - Vita Bella. If you are ever in Burnaby, you need to make it there. The signature dish is the Linguine Fumate - a
smoked duck, wild mushroom and truffle pasta. It is the closest you can get to eating wonderful wonderful smoke. Incredible really - Sonja won't eat anything else when we go there.
A picture of the Linguine Fumate.
As we were leaving, I asked one of the owners if there would ever be a vegetarian option. She smiled and asked if I was really enough of a vegetarian to even not eat duck? (Did she know me). I smiled back and replied, "I only eat swimmers", going on to explain that while I will eat seafood (in fact, I had one of the seafood pastas this evening), that I wasn't quite soft enough to eat duck. We explored the possibility of a vegetarian version and then we left as a table of friends approached her.
Upon arriving at the car, Sonja exclaimed "Best line ever! I eat swimmers! Ha! You should be careful about when you say that."
"What do you mean? I say that all the time."
So, with Sonja's objections to the phrase for reasons unbeknownst to me, I enjoy my day off before the light run tomorrow and the race on Sunday. Mmmm....fumate.