And almost consecutive. Does it count that I spent the night in my own bed? Probably not if it was for only 5 hours.
I was prepared today. And like when you bring an umbrella and it doesn’t rain, there was no shortage of vegan fare. I packed, not one, not two, but THREE PB&Js in the luggage. (Well, I was using up a loaf of bread…) The bomb squad probably wondered about that. I see they did inspect my bags, though they were probably more interested in my piano tuning tools. Those must have raised an eyebrow. Here is the day:
Breakfast Today: Breakfast at home, even briefly, is great. So, I had more of the lentil stew Mary and I made sometime ago. Remember that? Look back, I don’t remember either. But the funny thing is, that when the food doesn’t have animal product in it, it is less likely to spoil (properly refrigerated, of course…). It smelled and tasted good (maybe even better) and filled the tummy for a good morning of travel. As I was flying from MCI to MTW, I thought about how good I felt. It was a peaceful feeling. Just wait. I’m just getting started.
Lunch: I was all prepared to have a PB&J, made this morning on WW bread. But I thought I’d look around to see what I could scare up. I found – yes, in the Detroit Midway Airport – an Internet Cafe (though they charge extra for the I-part…) that had some middle eastern cuisine on the menu – completely vegan. So, I had that with a cup of coffee. I figure A+ for me being prepared and then trying something new anyway! Ha!
Dinner: Actually considered having PB&J in the room, but the staff here at the hotel knew what vegan was and recommended an Indian restaurant six short blocks down the street. So, I had to try that. I had Malai Kuftha and Garlic Naan. Near as I can tell, the Malai Kuftha was some kind of veggie “meat” ball, served in lots of curry sauce. It was good. This is one of my first Indian restaurant experiences so it is hard for me to judge. I would say it was good, but not great. The lingering flavors were wonderful. The garlic naan was basically pita bread with garlic toasted on top. So, another A grade for the evening meal. And I have three PB&Js left! The good news is, these sandwiches are not like those served on Wonder Bread. They are so dense they can last probably for two or three days and still be edible.
As I sat in the “Indian Palace” (yes, that was the name of the place) tonight, I wished my friend from Maple street were with me. He would have liked it. I think they could have toned down the “Indian Artwork” on the walls. More like Elvis Velvet paintings with mirrors and fake jewels. Really over the top. And they had 5 wait staff, and one customer, me. I was well attended, though I think I would have been less conspicuous in the Temple of Doom (a cultural reference…)
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