Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Tofu

I can't stand the smell of tofu, the look of tofu, and the thought of putting tofu in my mouth.

In the early years of my marriage to my second husband, we lived with my husband's father.  His father owned a 5 foot long, fully grown iguana named George.

I didn't mind George, I didn't bother him and he didn't bother me.  In fact we sorta liked each other, But I think he liked me more then I liked him, mainly because I am so much more entertaining then the average reptile.

Georges favorite meal was tofu.  Fresh tofu has a faint, mild smell.  Old tofu has a stronger robust odor.  Tofu that has been pooped out of an iguana smells so rancid it makes the aroma of wet dog smell like a delightful perfume you buy at Macy's.

I may have only lived with George for 2 years, but my hatred for tofu will last a lifetime.



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