I haven't written abut a meltdown here in a while, mostly because they haven't happened much of late. My streak came to an end this weekend. I was visiting Connecticut, land of fall leaves, cool climes, beautiful local apples, and a fabled vegan breakfast house. Vegan, you say? Yes vegan, they don't eat eggs or dairy so maybe I could have breakfast. Take a moment to think about what you might order in a breakfast place if you can't eat eggs, dairy or yeast. No really, give it a shot. If you're thinking of anything other than a delicious breakfast meat product, I likely can't have it. Even hashbrowns are cooked in butter for that crispy outside I love so much. Needless to say, I haven't eaten breakfast in 2 months. That's torture for a breakfast lover!!
So, here we are at the vegan breakfast hut (not its real name). I'm pumped. Pancakes with local apples, soysage, and home fries please... and throw in a piece of that "chocolate devastation cake". Heaven!! Except not. The pancakes are sourdough, that means they have a yeast starter. The soysage has "nutritional yeast" as an ingredient. And that delicious cake? Also sourdough. That means I'm left with a breakfast of home fries.
The tears spring forth unbidden. I find myself unable to from an actual sentence. I have to retreat to the bathroom to attempt some form of regrouping. Except I can't stop crying. Had it been up to me, I would have left. Just cut my losses and have another protein shake breakfast, but I was not alone and I would not deny another the joy of pancakes with local apples. So I sat at a table and ate potatoes and cried all through breakfast. This is incredibly difficult for me. I like to be tough, in control of my emotion. I like to be unbreakable, and now yeast has broken me.
Apparently we aren't out of the woods where the food meltdown is concerned.
