Come Fly With Me, Words by Sammy Cahn, Music by James Van Heusen @ 1958 Maraville Music Corp

I do not know how I’m going to handle Thanksgiving this year. This year I plan on spending the day with my family over my niece’s newly bought house.

I spent the morning watching an ice skating show and eating an unusual breakfast of tofu and spaghetti with soy sauce. This was the first time that I ate tofu on it’s own. The flavor of tofu on its own reminded me of eggs. In a way I was eating yat gaw mein without meat. It tasted better than I thought it would. This was a good finding because I sort if threw it together because the tofu was closing in on it’s expiration date. Anyway, I would usually prepare my tofu by cutting it into strips and coating it with wheat germ and Season All ala Shake and Bake. The resultant flavor would be chicken like. this time since i did’nt do any fancy stuff the taste was egg like.

I never got around to telling my family that I was a vegetarian. I didn’t want to cause a scene so I end up eating turkey and even taking some it home. I only did this because my niece seemed very harried and was worried about what she would do with all of the left over turkey. It’s odd I don’t feel guilty or anything for eating the turkey. Since I’m not a vegetarian for a love of animals but instead a fear of dying of a heart attack or cancer. I’ve created my own catch 22 clause; I will only eat meat if it is offered to me and I will not buy or purchase meat from the supermarket. Yea, I admit I’m a wimp about not telling other people that I do not eat meat on a regular basis. I hate confrontations. So I guess I’m not a true blue animal rights vegetarian type. Some would argue I’m not a vegetarian at all since I’ve created a meat clause for myself. However, I am still a card carrying member of the Sierra Club.