To put it simply, L’s Mother likes talking about food, and I prefer eating food to talking about it. Even so, I do my best to stay engaged when she’s on the topic, and that’s no joke, but the longer the conversation goes on, the more likely it becomes that a joke will be told.
L’s Mother forgot this recently, and was completely unprepared when I said, “Speaking of tempeh, the other day I read that someone is trying to create a tempeh-derived milk substitute. They’ve had a promising start, but it may be years before they get a viable final product.”
“Really?” L’s Mother asked me.
“Yes, really,” I assured her. “It could happen someday, but right now it’s a long, long way to tempeh-dairy.”
Candles & Curses 