Finals week means hell. It also means that this is the last bit of time my roommie and I get to be roommies before she studies abroad next semester. Naturally, we wanted to have a classy dinner to honor her departure, so we went to the campus cafeteria.
I instinctively headed over to our dining hall’s “Comfort Zone” and grabbed a piece of chicken, rice, and green beans. And suddenly Forks Over Knives popped into my mind. I took a few more green beans.
Then I cautiously walked to the vegetarian section. Tempeh. I didn’t know what tempeh was, but it was vegan, so I added a few bites to my plate. Once my roommate and I sat down, I tried a perfectly square piece of tempeh. Grainy, bland, and dry, I gulped some water to make it slide down my throat.
“So I watched this documentary,” I began to my roommate, and I told her about maybe wanting to eat more healthy foods. As I tried to chew another bite of tempeh, she knocked some sense into me by reminding me that just because our dining hall tempeh is bland, not all tempeh is.
I ate more green beans and rice, but I couldn’t make myself touch the chicken. Not that I had stopped eating meat or anything – I had tikka chicken for lunch – but something at dinner got to me.
So tempeh vs. chicken?