So, I'm a little bit granola. I turned my front yard into a garden and I have a CSA box. I try to ride my bike (though mostly unsuccessfully) and raise chickens for eggs. I shop at Whole Foods, but have the decency to be a little bit embarrassed about it. I'm that sort of yuppie-granola, just like almost everyone else in the bay area.
Of course, it's not my fault. I come from a long line of tofu-eaters. My mom served us tofu as children, when we were the weird Californians eating bean curd in Boise. My Dad used to put soymilk in regular milk containers so we wouldn't notice the switcheroo. My step-grandmother even wrote a tofu cookbook.
So as I stood at the deli counter of the grocery store that shall not be named perusing my options, I noticed skewers of Jerk-seasoning flavored Seitan, and thought, "Yum!" It was all well and good until I heard myself ordering "One pound of that jerk, Satan, please."
Maybe I should rethink my lifestyle choices.
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