Tuesday, January 8, 2008

A Handicap

It's 2:06 p.m. on Day 2 and I've discovered an unexpected test of my Vegan will. See, each week I edit the Restaurant Spotlight for the News-Press, meaning that I spend about an hour or two going over 600 words on sampler platters, wings, grilled chicken, fish, beef, pork and every other type of banned substance imaginable. I have to believe this is how Barry Bonds feels when he reads passages about HGH.

It's a little torturous, so I'm going to force Matt and Jody to share my fate in part by posting a photo of the restaurant here. Suffer!


Realization No. 2 is that, after a brief scare, Clif Bars are definitely Vegan. This is a good thing because I invested heavily in Clif Bars on my shopping run and received a shock when I read on the label that the product "may contain trace amounts of dairy."

After consulting a Vegan discussion board I have been assured that Clif Bars are legal Vegan tender. One Vegan poster puts it this way: "Clif Bars are vegan-safe, and they rock! I think they do have the 'may contain traces of ___' disclaimer for the benefit of allergic people... to me, that's on the same level as 'a bird may have shat on that apple you're eating, so there may be a trace of an animal there.'

Couldn't have said it better myself.

1 comment:

NoBelt said...

A wager on this silliness may be warranted. I pick Mike as the front-runner to win due to his significant other, though I may be erroneously swayed because he talks a good game. No need to place ducats on the Dark Horse 'cause we know Saps is going fold like wet cardboard. I think the overlooked man here is Joe Dirt: his mind is sharp, his will strong and his liver so solid it can tide him over when only alcohol is in the house.