... and this is why I was a vegetarian for seven years!

So, on my walk home today I stopped by the market. Most stores sell bulgogi (marinated beef) that you just put in a pan and is delicious. Nevertheless, I bought a packet of what I thought was beef when in fact it definitely was not. Now, I'm very open to trying new foods. I've been looking for both live octopus and dog for the last few weeks but have turned up empty. This isn't for lack of trying. I don't mind eating weird food as long as ... its cooked for me. With nearly a decade of 24/7 veggies, I'm still reminded of bambi every time I see a slab of raw meat.

Annnyyyyyway, I get home and a combination of a long day of work, blasting Vampire Weekend and not paying attention I open my package and start cooking the meat. A mere 5 minutes later I realize that its HARD and there are ... toenails. This is, in fact, pigs' feet. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't mind but then I started to freak out. Now my whole apartment smells like pork, and I'm probably going to hold off on the animal for a little bit.

This is just another example of the little things that I take for granted about being at home: being able to read the label.

I'm sure I'll have more thrilling posts later, but for now, I'm going to go watch some Mad Men and try to relax.

Ew.