You can eat this dish. How do I know? Because I don’t think there’s any dietary restriction that it doesn’t skirt around. Except raw, but I’m not even sure people that do that diet are really human anymore. (I think they’re technically a kind of vampire).
Sarah has ascended. As a new baby vegan, she’s officially been reborn as a better person than me.
Capital Pride is coming up on Saturday, and we’re preparing by doing what we do best: getting drunk. Only now, with rainbows!
Vegan scrapple might appear to be an oxymoron, like “light butter,” or “jumbo shrimp,” or “bipartisan cooperation,” but for us, it makes perfect sense.
Sarah and I were going over potential recipes when I remembered that we haven’t posted a drink in quite some time.
Last weekend Sarah and I were escorted to Baltimore Veg Fest by my friend and proper vegan, Constance. (I hear you need to know a vegan to be admitted into vegan events.)