Sigh. I’m a big fan and supporter of raw food. I’ve never actually eaten a fully raw meal, but it all just looks so good, and I believe raw foodists when they say it makes them feel so good, too.
So I was really excited when I stopped by Healthy Home Market and found a whole raw section in the deli cooler. Happy day. Stew says one of the best things he’s ever eaten was a raw taco salad at a cafe in Florida. Gena makes incredible raw stuff all the time… as do Lori and Michelle. The raw desserts at One Lucky Duck make me want to cry. Everyone around me is eating this incredible raw food. I coveted. Now it was my turn.
That’s about where the crescendo ends. All this buildup plummeted straight to hell with the first bite.
Horrible. Terrible. Not good.
I hesitated to even post about this because I know (and I hope others do too) that raw food can be really, really good. I just got the wrong thing. From the wrong place. Stew hated it too. I shudder at the thought of it.
I thought the quesadillas would be on delicious dehydrated bread. Wrong. It was just pureed mush smashed into a flattened shape. The cashew cheeze inside was queaz-inducing. There were mushrooms. Everywhere. I know that okra is slimy, but this was… slimy. We couldn’t do it.
We threw $20 into the trash and ate bowls of quinoa, cauliflower and kidney beans instead.