This morning I discovered that the "greens" department was lacking in funds and I'm not just talking about my bare little bank account, but rather the lower department of our fridge. So I put lots of celery in a lovely, peachy shake instead. You could never have been able to tell. I put some expensive bee pollen in and topped it with even more expesive hemp seeds so I guess you could call it the "Salary Celery Green, or not so green" smoothie (next time we'll find better deals, lol).
I guess you could say I was a little distressed at the thought of this evening. Even though it promised fun and good times, I was a bit worried of what to do. Why the cafluffle? We were going to a birthday party of a beloved cousin-in-love (skip the law part) Today was day 31 of raw, almost breaking my record and suddenly I would have to eat soup (probably good and healthy, but...cooked), ahhhh! What's a girl to do? I knew there would come a time when I have to good naturedly accept what's put before me, choose the healthiest dishes, and enjoy in order not be rude to the host. But sigh, I didn't want it to be today. I had already resigned myself to it, when my sister suggested, "Why don't you bring your own salad?" Bless her heart! "It wouldn't be rude?" I queried. "Well, they are family!" Good point. SO under the pretence that they are my family, I brought my salad and a piece of raw berry cobbler for dessert. It all worked splendidly. Barely anyone noticed me (I sat in the corner, lol) with my food. I had a great meal and my cousin asked about my raw food thing and was shocked that you could make "chicken nuggets", cobblers, Chinese food, or pizza raw. (And of course asked me about where I got my protein, lol) I didn't even say barely anything, one of my family members was telling about all the incredible food I could make out of raw stuff. So it was not an issue, at least, not this time. :0)