On a humid, but cool afternoon at a BBQ, I found myself having a long, in-depth conversation with two near-strangers about the topic of food and books, or rather, an odd graphic novel.
You see that big, glistening, juicy-looking bird? I can’t eat that. You see that stuffing? I can’t eat that either. That pie? Nope. So, how does a gluten free vegetarian (technically pescatarian as I will eat seafood, but try to limit it) survive Thanksgiving then, you ask? It's all about the side dishes and remembering why I did this to myself in the first place.