On my way home tonight I saw a sign for a "vegan and raw cafe." Okay, I can understand going out for a vegan meal...but the raw part of the restaurant experience mystifies me. ('Cause I'm sure by "raw" they don't mean sushi!)
"Look, an apple on a plate! Man, I sure can't get that at home!"
"Carrot AND celery sticks, together? Bravo, Chef Alec, bravo!"
Which reminds me--a friend of mine once asked for honey at vegan's home. Big mistake. She was told "No honey--bees are enslaved!"
Of course, everyone's entitled to their opinion, but I have to wonder which side that person would have rooted for while watching this movie: