The Vegetable Freak Speaks: a Memoir

I recently went out to a very nice restaurant, or at least it seemed nice, from what I could tell. There were white table cloths, multiple forks and multiple spoons, good-looking waiters with slicked-back hair, and a wonderfully pretty menu in their hands. My fingers played with the napkin on my lap, waiting to taste... Continue Reading →

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