I DON'T CARE ABOUT SPORTS.
That's not news.
I have never ever ever cared about sports. However, I *DO* care about making vegan food that is F*ing awesome.
That's something I care a whole lot about all the time, and especially on days where the regular indifferent bummers of this country chop up half a billion baby birds to cover in different sauces. That ain't me, man.
I'm making conscientious, considerate, compassionate, passionate, powerful super foods, without the sports or the casual cruelty of traditional stuff.
I'm not saying that because I think I'm better than anybody else- I'm saying it because my FOOD is better than the stuff with dead bodies in it. Obvi.
And I made a LOT of stuff:
RAINBOW FIESTA GUACAMOLE!
SEASONED SKIN-ON CHILI FRIES!
GRANGE (ranch) SAUCE!!
HOMEMADE CUSTOM CASHEW SOUR CREME!
TEMPEH SAUSAGE CRUMBLES!
'00' PIZZA DOUGH!!!
And somehow, I managed to not drink anything alcoholic. Just like every day of the last 44 years, in a row. I must be doing something right. I feel great. I ate an acre of awesomeness. I slept like a stone. I am ready to rock this morning, too.
And at no point did I turn on any device that could apprise me of the score for the big game. Nope.
I. DON"T. CARE. ABOUT. SPORTS.
Not one tiny teeny little bitty bit.
And as an aside: If Instagram ads are inconvenient, and YouTube ads you can't skip are annoying as hell.....then watching an hours long anything FOR the commercials makes you an A*-hole.
Sorry, folks. That's the rules.
And I don't know how to listen to anyone who loves buffalo chicken dip feeling sad about Australia's half a billion cooked animals from wildfires, when that many animals were chopped up just for food for the big game stateside. THAT also makes you an A*-hole.
Rules is Rules, and that's just what it is.