Maybe it's because it's Friday. (Woo!) Maybe it's because yesterday was too easy for being knee-deep in a strict cleanse. Maybe it's because some sea salt-cracked pepper crackers just arrived to my desk to sample, and I can't. Whatever the reason, today is a little tougher than I expected it to be.
I woke up hungry---and that's never good.
I suddenly wondered if I had forgotten to eat dinner entirely. Then I remembered there were salad greens...and avocados...and tomatoes. I grabbed a late dinner with two of my fellow raw friends and one of their co-workers. It was impromptu, inspired by the fleeting cool summer nights in NYC, and patio seating was on the mind.
After scrutinizing the menu--and arousing questions from our neighbors ("And why are you depriving yourselves like this?")--and haggling the waiter (his kind suggestions were met with a glum "Nope, that's cooked, too") we decided on the only two no-cook menu items: chunky gazpacho and an avocado-sprout salad, only after confirming that the carrots in the dressing weren't steamed, of course.
As the dishes were served, and our cooked food-eating friend got her tuna sandwich with baked, oozy Cheddar, I realized that the comfort of warm food is what I miss. I really could do without meat, I think; dairy would be more difficult. But I'm not really a room-temperature kind of cook. I like my food hot!
Breakfast this morning: cold. I scooped the flesh of half a papaya. I also snuck a few bites of a radish while making my salad. (I was hungry!) For lunch, I'm about to dig in to a carrot-red onion-kale-radish salad topped with sunflower seeds. You're so jealous.
It ain't easy being raw. I'll have some time this weekend to be more adventurous, so stay tuned for and wish me luck on my progress.