The last few days we've cooked and eaten some great vegan food at home. Last night, for instance, Jihan had made a wonderful raw beet salad while I made veganised Mexican white sauce with whole grain linguine.
Here's the Mexican white sauce, traditionally served drizzled over fish tacos, chiles rellenos, chicken enchiladas, veggies, and green fried tomatoes or whenever you want a lighter sauce instead of a red sauce. I'll provide details another time.
Over the whole grain linguine...
And the lovely raw beet salad with which we started our meal:
It's what happened when I brought this brilliantly colourful raw salad to work that this post is ultimately about.
I heated up my pasta with Mexican white sauce, left over from last night's dinner, and went to have my lunch at the picnic table outside the office. Before getting to the pasta, I opened my little container of the raw beet salad and began eating it. One of the three coworkers sitting there with me, one who not infrequently joins me there, asked whether I had pickled beets there. No, I answered, raw beet salad. Saying she'd never had raw beets, I offered her some, which she politely declined.
Another coworker, whose food-related xenophopia has inspired a previous post on this site and with whom I do not normally have my lunch, spat out this gem: "He always eats weird shit." It is, quite frankly, the rudest comment I've had to date on my food. After the initial shock wore off, and after having thought of a few choice replies, I focused back on the utter deliciousness of my food instead of wasting my time on her.
Here's an interesting little aside. Apparently conservatives are more easily grossed out in general, and when confronted with food that doesn't fit into the narrow confines of their diet (I was going to say chosen, but most such people don't chose a diet but rather stick mainly to what they've always eaten, that is, what they grew up with) they are grossed out.