today we bought vegan soul food from a stand in an empty lot on the corner of scott and alabama.  the woman behind the counter wore a white turban and laughed at all my jokes.  we sat at cement picnic tables and ate our macaroni and soy cheese and barbecued tofu sandwiches in the cold wind, with a dog barking at us from behind a chain-link fence nearby.

i have no idea why, but i’m grossed out by tofu and soy, which doesn’t make sense at all considering the fact that i really love spaghetti-os and cheese in a can.  as if they’re not gross.