vegas

vegas is a dream. it could be a bad dream, or a good one depending on your mood or perspective.

if it's a bad dream you see the dry desert, the lack of fresh produce at the grocery store- Von's, and you notice the 50 something addict out in front grappling with the demons plaguing her and keeping her from feeling loved.

if it's a good dream you see the padded pool chairs made up for you with pleasure with extra soft towels, evian spritzes and bamboo skewered frozen pineapple balls passed out on the hour.

is it a place for vegans? absolutely. anything is possible here with a good attitude and the willingness to walk miles in covered and windowless shopping strips that connect the casinos along the strip.

what's the strip?

some may never know anymore. it used to be the way to get from casino to casino but now!

now they are all connected in air conditioned passages lined with aquamassages and oxygen bars. I hear the massages are truly something.

so what's a veggie girl to do with a place that has restaurants like craftsteak and emeril's at your doorstep?
so far I order sides of veggies, hit the veggies at the buffet ( sometimes soaked in butter, sometimes not...) and order the roasted veggie sandwich at the Hard Rock Cafe. Marinated portobello, red bell pepper, zucchini and onion. Your basic veggie stack-up but not so bad.

in case you are wondering about the results of my celiac test- I'm negative. not a surprise considering I don't eat gluten anyway. I am planning on testing myself out by doing a self-check after eating oats, or a wheat based item. do I have a tummy ache? did I have a "loose" movement later?  that's a better test for me.

back in a few days and then I'm gonna get that kitchen humming!

till then,