Day 1 and a half
My boss was in Germany last week. Fifteen minutes ago, she presented me with the most delicious looking box of Belgian milk chocolate truffles to ever taunt my senses. EVER. E.V.E.R.

This is getting difficult much sooner than I'd imagined. We're so bombarded with delicious creamy goodness in our society. It's everywhere. If this little experiment doesn't lead to a life of veganism, it will certainly serve to sharpen my animal-byproducts-are-everywhere bias and totally boost my respect for real vegans.

Coworker Joel just told me to think of all the exploited Belgian cows. You know, with their delicious exploited milk turned into delicious exploited chocolate and mixed with delicious maybe-also-exploited hazelnut and/or vanilla and/or THE FUCKING TEMPTRESS ORANGE CREAM.

Any takers?