Meat-Free Tuesday: I Am Me
This food? I cooked it last night. This picture? I took it myself. This blog? I write it myself. These are my words, my thoughts, my ideas, my hopes and dreams, my tears, my own private drama*. I wanted to clear that up. I am me . The words are my own. Because I am honest about my life (or, at least, as honest as I can be), I tend to believe what other people write is an honest representation as well**. It's a little shocking and a lot hurtful when I find out I've been misled. ( See Dykewife's post here - You'll need to scroll down to the entry titled "Cry, Thief"- and the victim's original post here .) But, I move on ... to write about my food, my booze, and my dreams. Last night, I made, what I like to call, Refrigerator Pasta, which consists of whatever food I can find in my fridge that I think will be yummy tossed with pasta. So, I diced a bunch of grape tomatoes, some black olives, scallions, and Bulgarian Feta and mixed it with olive oil, red wine...