You know what rankled the most at that meal? The hostess announced as we were seating ourselves that dessert would be a cherry pie. So I politely took a few small mouthfuls and artfully pushed stuff around anticipating the pie. That wretched collapsed gray mess of a rye flour with unsweetened sour cherries was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Hopes dashed beyond saving.
Yep. There’s a reason why vegetarians are skinny.