I like tofu. I like it marinated in red wine, and grilled.

I like it grilled with pesto.

I like tofu.

I’ve been getting into hockey this past season. I grew up in Texas, a place where ice is located only in glasses of tea, so it wasn’t a sport of note unlike football. I never was much of a sports fan, though as a member of the marching band I dutifully cheered the Fighting Rams on, win or lose.

So I admit it comes to me as a surprise that I’ve gotten “in” to a sport. But there you go; there’s something about the speed of the game and its geometry that gets to me.

Going to Bruins games is also mighty fun. There’s a sense of ritual about the whole thing, a three-hour liturgy. But, as you would expect, the food is not all that inspired. I dream of vegan snacks – vegan hot dogs, vegan nachos, vegan super pretzels. These things would only be available if Portland had its own NHL team (The Portland Indies?), but alas this is Boston. Sitting in the plebian seats my options are popcorn, peanuts, or fries (if you’re freaky about sharing your fry oil with chicken tenders, nix the fries).

But! I got some discounted tickets to the fancy aristocratic section (The Club), with its own entrance and fancy padded seats and waiters who bring beer right to your seat and people who apparently pay huge amounts to come to a hockey game and then do everything but watch it. And they had a hummus wrap! That’s right, I found a non-fried, vegan meal. I can’t say it was the best $10.75 I ever spent, but I was so happy to find it I bought it and ate it with gusto.

I doubt I’ll be back to The Club anytime soon, but when I’m old and wrinkly, I can tell the tale that once I was there, and I had a wrap. And it was vegan. And it was full of zucchini.

It has come to my attention that, for some people, Vegan Man has been filtered as too sexy to read at work.* Is it the food porn? The too hot to eat (wait until it cools down) noodle soup? Does the single picture of me without a shirt drive the censors wild?

I’m not exactly sure, but I don’t intend to stop the sexiness, such as it is.