Last week, I had a delicious dinner at a nearby, lovely Italian restaurant (Dino's) with eight other people, including two children. The restaurant was reasonably busy for a Thursday night. After perusing the menu, including a lengthy statement about their efforts to procure local, sustainable and ethical products, I decided on carciofi fritta (fried tiny artichoke hearts), an endive salad, and a pasta dish, pappardelle ai funghi. I felt reasonably confident, without specifically asking my server, that I had ordered vegan items. While we were enjoying cocktails and fresh bread with dipping oil, the conversation took off. Shortly after, our server let me know that I had ordered from an older menu and my salad was not available. I quickly selected a mixed baby greens salad and - eager to return to my conversation with the person next to me - forgot to ask my server to hold the cheese. My salad arrived with specks of shaved grana. So, dear readers, what would you have done? 


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    "The Year of the Vegan" is a diary of my challenges and triumphs during 2010 - a year in which I will not consume any animal products. This commitment is motivated by my disgust about the hidden and externalized environmental, social and societal  costs of our nation's food network. Join me considering what we eat, and why.

    This year is also a year of personal transitions - from graduate student and freelance writer living in rural southwestern Virginia to fully-employed DC resident.


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