Last night I dreamt that a food critic came over my house and was critiquing some simple potato dish that I’d made. He said it was uninspired and plain, and examining the ingredients, said, “It seems you don’t like meat very much.” I told him I was vegan and he gave me that knowing look, like, “Ah, that’s why your food sucks.”
He proceeded to make me feel bad about my cooking before I turned the conversation by asking him who his favorite vegan cookbook authors were.
“I like… Oprah.” I stared at him, confused. “Oprah… Chandra Moskowitz. Her books are really good.”
Maybe this means we’ll see Oprah giving away free samples of Cast Iron seitan to her audience in 2009?