I’ve had it up to here with the Hungry Husband (his new name) bitching & whining about my personal food choices. Although I’m not a vegetarian, I have an appreciation for vegetarian fanfare, such as veggie wraps, veggie sammiches and vegetarian soups. I started out buying this stuff at overpriced fancy cafes. But now that I’m creating these meals at home?? I’ve been labeled a fake-azz vegetarian.
What the hell does that even mean? I refuse to waste my brain cells trying to wrap my head around the “fake-azz” concept, yet in honor of this persecution I am suffering, I give thee the recipe for the my “Fake Azz Vegetarian Sammich”.
“That’s not a damn sammich. It’s salad on a piece of bread.” ~ Hungry Husband
Just spread hummus on the bread and add your veggie ingredients. I’m stoked about Arnold 12-Grain bread, because it has zero High Fructose Corny-ness and contains less sugar (all bread has sugar in it) than the average slice of bread.
Healthy eaters of all kinds have their oatmeal and their egg whites; their whey protein powder, protein bars, and even their raw diets, shakes and juicing cleanses. Do you see me bitching at them for the choices they deem good for their fitness goals?
I’d tell you that I just wanna be left alone with my sammich, but won’t you join me in a kumbaya moment and try a vegetarian sammich, too? There is more than one road that leads to a Desirable Body. Surely I’m on my own beaten path to getting the body I want. If I’m a fake-azz vegetarian, so be it. But my stomachs are also craving a juicy prime rib steak. ((burp))
Holla if you hear me: Ever try a veggie sammich? Do you likey or no likey a sammich with no meat on it?