It feels extremely peculiar to be blogging so soon after last night’s post; every time I travel and update my blog frequently, I marvel at how any blogger manages to maintain a 3x daily blog schedule. The time and effort is monumental. 3x daily blogger friends, I salute you.
I’m at the Congress Plaza hotel right now, where I just enjoyed a nice hefty breakfast courtesy of Arnold, Oroweat, Quaker, and other Summit sponsers. My morning started bright and early (7 a.m.) with a giant vat cup of coffee at my hotel. It’s nice waking up to this comfy room:
Staying at the Hyatt feels like living inside a giant shopping mall. There are various towers, levels, wings, and the whole thing necessitates a large map. I hope to be able to find the elevators on my floor in less than eight minutes by the time this weekend is over.
See that? Hotel floor plan. Looks like the departure board at an airport.
Breakfast at the summit, which was preceded by a lot of giddy blogger hellos, was impressive! There was oatmeal, fresh fruit, Stonyfield yogurt, Maranatha nut butter, Quaker oats, granola and raisin toppings, and berries.
As Gina and I were leaving the Hyatt this morning, I had a strong sense that there might not be any bananas at the breakfast spread. That’s unacceptable, of course, so we both picked up bananas to go. Good move! I was so happy that I could enjoy one with my morning oats:
OK, here’s the bad news. Sabrina and I made sure to confirm that the oats were vegan (no milk, no butter). We asked a woman who worked at the hotel and was serving the oats to us. She nodded and confirmed, “just water.”
Ehhh, not so much. I JUST found out that there was butter/dairy in the oats. I’m not sure why some of the hotel staff was sharing this, and others didn’t seem to be aware, but in any case, I had a decided non-vegan breakfast.
Sigh. I feel perfectly OK, and in truth I didn’t taste it, but it’s a giant buzzkill to hear that I wasn’t able to make an informed vegan choice. And obviously, I’m sad: this is the second time I’ve eaten dairy by accident since becoming vegan (because a member of a waitstaff told me something inaccurate), and it’s never anything less than upsetting.
And yet. Life goes on. It’s no one’s fault, really – a misunderstanding – and I look forward to a vegan lunch.
And Sabrina, my love, don’t worry 🙂
Right now, we’re listening to the Summit keynote speaker — Christine Palumbo — who’s speaking about the landscape of nutrition in America. The information – rise of obesity, the need for more fresh produce, the importance of exercise, and so on – is certainly familiar to this health-savvy audience. With that said, I’m impressed with other topics that is raising, including the rise of food fads and detox diets (this is something that Caitlin and I will touch on in our presentation later), as well as the occasional misunderstanding of food allergies (i.e., the rise of gluten and allergen avoidance not because a true allergy is present, but because celebrities are going gluten free, or because it seems “trendy”). I love that is emphasizing exercise as an extension of fun, everyday activities (dog walking, long walks), rather than self-imposed routines. And I love that she’s stressing the vital importance of relaxation, though the idea that we should emulate the ladies of Mad Men and their coffee clutches (which was proffered as a semi-serious suggestion for stress relief) has gotten my feminist dander up: being confined to a life without professional fulfillment and endless housewifery is not the same as carving out “me time.” Ahem.
Blog friends in the audience:
I’ll be back later today with a lunch recap, as well as a recap of my presentation with Caitlin.
See you sooooon!