I'm not necessarily back on the "eat everything" trail, but a plate of various cooked vegan-friendly foodstuffs for the grand sum of $4.29 from my second visit to Temple in the Village served my appetite well. My digestion feels fine after having to deal with the most cooked food I've eaten in a week. (Lunch consisted of an orange, a banana, and a smidgen of my mum's Larabar. I found that I don't have a problem eating a fruit meal as long as I get some kind of nut/dried fruit snack at the end.)
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Japanese things, reading material, asthmatic's diet, and Temple in the Village
I don't have any cool photos for you, so check out the above commercial for Mister Donut. Although Mister Donut started as an American company, its strongest presence today is in Asia, centered around Japan. The bubbly pastel cuteness of the commercial that almost looks like a program for toddlers (a program that teaches them what scientists have been pushing all along: animals made of donuts like to eat each other) makes me want to raid a Mister Donut shop and ingest all its donut-y critter friends right now.
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Osama is a flaming homosexual vegan dancer from the Panshir Valley. I found him just after sunset at the corner of Roebling and Metropolitan. He was staggering drunk, wearing a black and white checkered headdress around his neck, and frantically hailing me. He told me he was heading back to The Village to meet “one of my lovers,” and boy did he have a chip on his shoulder.
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I didn't know what to eat for lunch. Despite that my stomach was making sounds like some kind of semi-active underwater volcano ([bloopy blop gurgle hiss]), I wasn't really hungry. However, I had a lunch break and if I didn't use it, I would've just been hungry...later. Yeah. I guess that's the body's way of saying, "FEEEED MEEEE." Fancy that.
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