Stopped by Taco Bell today for lunch. PETA recommends their 7-layer burrito as a vegetarian option; for vegans, skip the sour cream and cheese, and add pico de gallo and potatoes.
Wanting to know for sure the potatoes weren’t cooked in oil shared with meat, I asked the guy behind the counter, explaining that I’m vegan.
“Oh, my best friend’s vegan!” he said, “so I get it entirely. When she comes over, I cook potatoes, and she brings some other stuff, and…”
A year-plus ago, when I turned vegetarian, eating out seemed a chore. Eight months ago, turning vegan seemed even more troublesome. I felt apologetic for imposing, and it seemed few people even knew what the word meant.
Today it just ain’t no thang—even at Taco Bell. And for that, I’m thankful.