Apparently God does not mean for me to be a vegetarian.
I can go—and have—for weeks on just tofu and nuts, cheese and eggs at Tassajara.
And clearly, as I’m doing now, I can actually go for weeks without eating anything at all.
But I’m still fantasizing about savory, crisp roast chicken; rich, flavorful braised and slow-simmered short ribs; tangy, juicy barbeque; and even golden, perfectly toasted, crisp, warm, melty ham and cheese.
It’s Day 23.