My crunchy vegan friends have been harping for years about sprouting.  Sprouting beans, nuts, seeds – if there was a solid crumb on the floor they’d probably snatch it up and cover it in water.  I had only half an ear cocked until I met Lola.

I met her at an art opening in Paris.  She was your basic nightmare – clear-skinned, gorgeous waist-length chestnut hair, mysterious long hooded green eyes, tapering fingers and lips so naturally plump they actually had that little line of cleavage that looks like a cleft in the chin… I was drawn to her and followed her surreptitiously while mulling my opening gambit and wondering if I had finally become a lesbian. (It would make sense given my recent history – but that will be a book so stay tuned…)

Finally, we both lingered in front of a particularly abstract rendition of black and red chaos.  I ventured a tentative comment coupled with a flirty laugh.  She responded.  But I didn’t want to talk about the art.  I wanted to know about her canvas – her perfect skin.  What were her secrets?  It’s not as if she was 30.  She was older.  I could tell by her walk, her attitude.  This was someone that had lived.  Had I finally met another vampire? Maybe we could go somewhere and share a bite…

Like everyone Lola enjoyed a compliment.  A few more and she was ready to share.  Her secret: sprouted beans.  Lola is a vegetarian and she swore up and down about the MAGICAL results of sprouting.  She sprouts beans, nuts and seeds around the clock.  They are her protein, her vitamins, her enzymes – her glorious skin.

But why? But how?

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