Tuesday, January 8, 2008


So far, the closest I've come to falling off the vegan-wagon is staring at the hunk of cornbread hiding under the piece of aluminum foil on my kitchen counter. I'm a simple Southern girl at heart, and there are few things I enjoy more than a bowl of warm cornbread and "sweet milk." 

But tonight, that all changed. I was sitting at my desk, listening to my stomach growl and trying to decide what I could have for supper, when I smelled something delicious. I recognized the scent immediately, but I had to make sure. My nose led me straight to the source. A certain Star sports editor and Star sports copy editor were thoroughly enjoying dinner at their desks — Arby's roast beef sandwiches. If they hadn't eaten all but the last few curly fries, I probably would have asked for a bite.