LXXXV: Meat (and Guilt)-Free Easter

I mentioned on Good Friday that, contrary to my Catholic upbringing, I ate meat. Lots of it, really. More than any normal day. So it was about time that the guilt set in and I vowed not to have any meat today. And it's good that I declared it to Nicky and my parents because they prevented me from caving in.

Around 4:30pm, Nicky and I strolled into Donair King after yoga class on our way to cross the Burrard Street Bridge and it took me a lot of strength to avoid getting a chicken donair, especially since I've been craving one for months. Instead, I treated my lunchless stomach to baklava. It was yummy.

For dinner, I was ready to give up for a plate of my dad's lasagne, but he said he had something special planned for us since I wasn't going to eat meat. This comprised of:

• Mezze Lune (ravioli) in a sage-butter sauce - I love President's Choice!
• Breaded and fried cauliflower
• Prawns (Pleuve!), scallops, and sole in tomato sauce

I'm going to miss having my meals cooked for me in one and a half months!