I didn’t sleep all that well so I didn’t get out of bead until about 11 AM, like a slacker.
For some reason I spent the rest of the morning tracking down Impossible Meat. I found that it is abundant at Gelsons.
I did some research on how viable it would be to sell meals without a permit and found that they sent a single mom to jail for selling homemade civiche—calling it an and “illegal substance”.
Nah. I don’t need that in my life. Slanging underground meals looks too much like selling drugs. I even have a small scale. I’d just end up another black man in prison. Of course they’d give me some ridiculous sentence like 10 years.
I stumbled upon InstaChef which profiles underground chefs who have gone legit. I’d seen the show around before, but never paid too much attention to it. It did inspire me to somehow figure out how to sell meals, but the thought of jail time shut it down again. If my fellow inmates asked me what I was in for, telling them it was for illegally “selling roasted carrots with zatar, pistachio and tahini sauce” would not be a good look.
Dinner was roasted carrots with zatar, pistachio and tahini sauce along with tamari-roasted cauliflower steaks and balsamic Brussels sprouts.
I ate half of this while I watched the penultimate episode of THE OUTSIDER while also strengthening my foodie instagram game.