Since finishing my lunch thirty minutes ago, I’ve been humming that song, “Turning Japanese“, only I’ve changed the lyrics to “I’m turning veg-tarian. Yes, I’m turning veg-tarian. I really think so.” I know my year and a half year old, Cali (the only other person in the house) has no idea what I’m singing or even why I’m doing it but I laughed. At least I find humor in myself. I think it’s a coping mechanism to being a SAHM. It’s either humor or insanity. I choose humor.

My friend invited me to join her routine of a weekly Sprouts visit a few weeks ago and I’ve really enjoyed going. Not only have I saved money on produce but I’ve also been introduced into a new world of delectable consumption. I’ve decided to try one new thing, or several, every time I go there. Today, it was pita bread and artichoke hummus. I had that along with some dried apricots, an avocado (with Lawry’s seasoning) and a glass of water for lunch. What am I, a hippie?! I’ve gotta say, though, along with patchouli oil, those hippies have something going with what they’re eating. Boy, was it delicious! I pondered coming out of the closet and declaring myself a vegetarian (I know I’ve always been one, at heart) but that lasted, oh, about ten seconds. My memory flashed an image of Cypher, from the Matrix, chomping on a juicy prime rib and that was all it took to get my BP racing and my mouth watering and repeating his line, “Ignorance is bliss.”