Bad hummus makes me cranky.
Warmed over veggie burgers on a bed of iceberg . . . blech.
Sticks and twigs are giving us a bad name.
Let's face it: there are more meat-eaters in the world.
They outnumber us, and they're in power.
But when you hand them a brown circle with the distinct flavor of cardboard (a la that bright red packaging from the Boca folks), you're just giving them more ammunition.
If you don't want to eat it, why should they?
To my fellow tree-huggin' veggies, I say stand up for our reputations.
Demand hummus with some tang and zest, whole grain bread with some moisture and ix-nay on the iguid-lay oke-smay.
I'm not asking for much.
Just give me back my peaceful meal.
Their meat breath is turning my stomach.
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