I took JD to a vegan restaurant for lunch today. He was scared. He got Faux-cos (hahahahah!!!!); I got a “Greenwich”, and we split a nori roll. My sandwich was like most sandwiches I make at home except instead of mayo, it had a light hummus. It gets a 7 for originality, 9 for taste, and a 4 because they stuck too closely to a theme and didn’t have tomatoes on it. I really like tomatoes. JD liked his tacos. He said he would replace walnut paste with ground beef at home. I, however, did not like them and I’m glad I didn’t order them (despite my love for tacos). It’s nothing against the taco, it’s just that I don’t like taco seasoning and to make walnuts taste like ground beef, you need a lot of seasoning. He gave it an 8 for taste if he didn’t have to think about how many plants were on it. I gave it a 9 for originality (not that tacos are new, but walnuts = ground beef is quite original), and a 7 for taste if I didn’t have to taste the taco seasoning. The nori rolls were good. I like Seaweed and everything they put in them, so combined it was delicious. I would make these at home. I would make my sandwich at home, too, and add tomato. Which, I feel, is where the fault lies with the vegan-raw diner: the same food can be easily purchased and assembled at home. I should have tried their vegan soup. Next time!

Sometimes work makes me feel bad because I have to racially judge people. We do projects for the government so anyone who is not an American citizen basically needs to wear a badge that says so. Technically we have a blue “no escort” badge and a red “escort required” badge. Sometimes people walk in and I have to make a judgment call about what color to give them. Now, I have to cross check their name through 5 government terrorist lists to see if they can even come into the building. I really only have been checking my name and the names of people I know.