Last night, I caved. I knew that the hot, fresh, gooey, crispy, delicious dinner rolls on my table at Miceli's Italian Restaurant most likely had butter and/or milk in them. But that didn't stop me. And it didn't stop me the last two times I've been there since going vegan. But, at least I never buttered the rolls.
In those moments, I allowed myself to put the suffering of animals behind my immediate desires. I was totally aware of this as I was doing it. It reminded me of the state of mind I used to be in as a meat eater. It's an odd and not-so-good feeling, and one I prefer to avoid. So, that's it—you ridiculously yummy dinner rolls. Never again! I'm going to refuse you from now on. Yep. I am. Uh huh. Boom. (OK, I'm gonna ask the waiter if they're vegan first...just in case.)