So… I went quiet. Not because I lost interest. Not because this was just another “idea.” Because life hit the gas pedal and didn’t ask for permission. I went back to work. And by “back to work,” I mean planes, hotels, rental cars, repeat. Every. Single. Week. Welcome to the real version of building something while still living a full-blown, chaotic, beautiful life. The Traveling Veggie Muncher is Alive and Well Here’s what I didn’t expect… When you’re on the road nonstop, your habits either fall apart — or they evolve. And mine? They evolved. I’ve been eating my way through airports, random strip malls, client dinners, and “what the…