It's been too long since I've written a blog post. With the way the interweb is evolving, Facebook now gets the bulk of my workplace humiliations and silly thoughts of the day. There was a moment at dinner last night, however, that felt it was ripe for a blog post.
I live in a new land now, in the Midwest. And after years of addressing mentors by the moniker Prof, I am now one myself. Albeit an assistant prof. And one without any students. Being still fairly new to the area, I do not have many friends of my own (I can still count them on one hand), but I have many colleagues. I invited a small blend of friends, colleagues, mentors, and spouses over for dinner last night because it was the Lunar New Year. And one cannot celebrate the new year without dumplings.
At one point in the night, with a vegetarian and vegan in the house (Lisa: Vegan? This friendship will not last.), the subject of seitan came up while I was sitting in between New Mentor Boss and Mrs. New Mentor Boss.
Sunshine: My kids like the seitan that I make.
Mentor Boss: I don't think I've had seitan.
Mrs. Mentor Boss: I've made it before.
Mentor Boss: Oh right, I didn't like it. I didn't like the taste.
Sunshine: Well, the taste is however you flavor it, just like tofu.
Mentor Boss: ...
Moi: I'm not sure I should still sit between you two. This is getting uncomfortable.
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