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Simply Not a Food

Insipid, tasteless, no excuse, a texture somewhat like a sponge. I see it served in ways gourmet, but they’re not fooling anyone. My father had a fancy boat, so elsewhere, we were somewhat poor. I grew to hate those purple eggs with no real substance to abhor. Moussaka was a featured dish; the smell, an instant cause for grief. No way to feed a growing boy; I see the cheese, but where’s the beef? Try though you may, I’ll not agree; eggplant is simply not a food. Pushed by the bean curd industry, they try to make tofu look good.

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Date: 7/2/2022 6:26:00 PM
… I see the cheese, but where’s the beef? Too funny!
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Date: 7/2/2022 9:58:00 AM
Agreed. I have yet to find any dish primarily of tofu that is pallitable to me. And, as for eggplant, thank you, but no! Enjoyed it, Jeff.
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