The Three Hundred and Forty-third Post: The One Where I Talk About My Lunch Because It’s Not Quite Friday, Yet…

I’m going to try a new tack as far as keeping this blog going. When I started it, it was going to be me talking mostly about writing – a how the sausage is made sort of thing. It was after a few attempts I realized that this was not going to work for one simple reason.

I am lazy and easily distracted. Regular readers know this intimately. So, I am going to borrow a page from one of my favorite webshows: #everythingiscontent

I am going to write about whatever is happening or strikes my fancy. I could talk about writing; I could talk about a movie and get into the ins and outs of the story. I could talk about a remark that someone made about something. I could talk about how Amazon has screwed up my order again (not bitter – just really, really tired of it). Whatever gets my fancy will get my attention.

Well, I want to talk about Joker, but at the time of this writing, it’s still not released. So, I’m going to talk about the first time I’ve had a vegan sub.

Over here in the States, Burger King has rolled out what they’re calling “The Impossible Whopper”. The patty is made of plant material and it’s branded as tasting just like the real thing. I haven’t had it yet, but Subway has marketed something similar: “The Meatless Meatball Marinara”. Since there is a Subway right down the road from where I work, I thought I would give it a shot.

Now, I have never had anything marketed as ‘meatless’. I have no comparison to make, and to be honest when I went in to get the sub, I don’t think the lady understood everything. I think she caught ‘meatball’. I’m going to give her the benefit of a doubt. I might do this again in a less crowded and quieter place.

After I received my order and scurried back to the office, I tried it. It was just the meatball, marinara sauce and cheese. A simple sandwich for a simple person.

I am surprised that it tasted more like meat than a regular meatball sub. With this being the case, two things can be drawn from this:

1) Plant based meat can work with no loss of taste or texture

2) Subway’s meat is apparently more filler than anything else – this notion dismays me more than anything.

Now, I am going to continue with this experiment. I am still going to get the Whopper Friday, and I might even go as far as try to find some vegan patties on my own and really try to get a bead on all of this and just try it for a while. I even thing that these vegan patties have more protein than standard tore-from-a-cow patties. I’ll report back after a while. I have a friend who is a vegan (she used to edit a bowhunting magazine. I think that is the very definition of irony), so I might get some more tips and directions. Who knows? This might be the start of something new. Is this the slippery slope of veganism? Am I going to wake up surrounded by wilted lettuce with random girlfriend yelling at me that I’ve changed and that I’m not the person I once was? Am I going to walk down streets, restlessly scratching my arms and asking if anyone can hook me up with some tofurkey?

Nah, but it is going to be a fun experiment.