I’m going to try out this adoption-free Friday thing, see how I like it.
The first time I ever saw pho, it was in Columbia, Missouri; my boyfriend liked to go to a strip mall downtown and order it, then sit and watch the news while he ate. I joined him a few times, but not to eat—I’d already been vegetarian for a pretty long time. But minus the undercooked meat, I have to say that it looked good to me. I never saw vegan pho until Ruth and Nora came to meet me in California; they arranged for us to go to a vegan world restaurant, and they had vegan pho, and I was delighted. The only downside to that restaurant was that they appeared to be run by a cult, ran “Supreme Master TV,” and had fortune cookies that contained lessons from the Supreme Master. I’ve been to vegan places in the Emerald City for pho: same deal, Supreme Master-owned and -operated. Finally, when Mr. Book and I moved to Stumptown, we found a vegan Vietnamese restaurant attached to a Buddhist monastery. We have escaped the influence of the Supreme Master!
Well, on Wednesday Mr. Book and I went back to the excellent vegan Vietnamese place only to find that they were playing the Supreme Master television channel. “They’ve found us!” Mr. Book hissed to me. I’m hoping that it was just a coincidence—that the monks were just drawn to the Supreme Master’s message of veganism and methane reduction—but I would rather not be supporting a cult. =/ I guess we’ll wait and see whether they progress to selling Supreme Master books and paraphernalia.
Also this week, Mr. Book and I finished watching The Prisoner, a very interesting and ancient television series; I’m trying to figure out what we should get from Netflix next. I welcome any recommendations. As for today, my sweetie has the day off, so we’ll go to the co-op and then goof off in town. Now that I think I’ve really mastered sourdough bread, I’m going to try my hand at whole wheat: time for new flour!