I do this to myself, but I think it’ll stop now. I keep wanting to like the stuff, but tempeh and I just do not get along. Tofu and I love each other. it has a tart, tangy zip, sort of like yogurt, and it’s awesome. The texture is great. Smooth, and, in the case of silken tofu, well … silky. Tempeh, on the other hand, is malty, fermented, like a solid cake of beer. It’s gross. And no matter how I try to disguise it, it grabs a hold of my insides and kicks the bejebus out of me. I had some, on Tuesday night. The outcome? 20 freaking hours of the ‘Spins’ on Wednesday. Never again, foul substance. As I said, I do it to myself. I think the fact that I think that beer is one of the grossest, most vile things a person can swill probably stacks the cards against me.

Anyway, that was it for that stuff. Farewell, and good riddance. I should probably get rid of the pile of home made natto sitting in my freezer, but that’s another story.