Marie wrote me this great letter that totally made my day.
On Christmas Eve morning I gingerly crept up the stairs to the kitchen with HIAV tucked under my arm, head in the sky, quads flexed, triceps active, eyes on the prize. With one fell swoop of my right arm, HIAV walloped onto the kitchen counter, making itâ€™s epic entrance. My Dadâ€™s pupils dilated upon its encounter. Without making a noise I stealthily opened the chosen book to pages I booked marked far in advance, pg 83, the Mighty Miso Gravy, I allowed my index finger to graze across the title as my dadâ€™s eyes followed, â€œYes I canâ€, in 0.0938 of a second I turned the page, pg 122, Tofurky. My eyes slowly lined up with my Dads, I could sense and feel his doubt, I gave him a discrete nod.
He starred deep into the depths of my eyes â€œDo what you have to do.â€
I WIN! MAHA!
I made your Mighty Miso Gravy and Tofurky on christmas day. :)Â My first Christmas as a veggienoid, with the family. Dinner was FANTASTIQUE!! Had left overs for 3 days and on top of that only got one weird look, But that was just from a step Aunt, she doesnâ€™t count 😛
Me so happy (miso happy, hahaâ€¦ no? Not funnys…oh. OK. Sorry. 🙂
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