Lately it seemed like people were putting bacon in everything, and bacon was on Madison’s Do Not Eat list, along with white flour, processed sugar, most dairy products, and any sort of crustacean. (Ewww. She dealt with enough bottom-feeders on a daily basis.) Across the table at Breed, the most recent of the farm-to-table restaurants taking over L.A., Sophie was slicing into what looked like a flattened piece of Silly Putty. Apparently it was something called a tempeh steak. “Fermented foods, like tempeh, kombucha, and kimchi, are excellent sources of probiotics,” Sophie said, chewing happily. “Fascinating,” said Madison. She had no interest in Sophie’s lectures on nutrition, yoga, crystals, or whatever alternative thing she was into this week. And she was distracted by the glances she seemed to be getting from the restaurant’s servers. Madison was used to attention, but not of this particular sort. It reminded her, unpleasantly, of the looks she got after Sophie outed her on L.A.
