I know everyone else is worrying about Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m going to give that a break and instead start working on trying to get my family to have a nice vegan Christmas dinner. I feel like I have more of an edge here, because I’m going to ask my parents to not buy me anything but instead have the whole dinner be vegan. They get to save money on presents AND food! Also, holidays here are pretty cozy, just my brother, dad, and I so no worries about getting the whole extended family to give up their beloved traditional carcass.
My mom started Christmas shopping yesterday. Today I was talking to her and told her to go return whatever she may have gotten me because all I want for Christmas is a vegan dinner.
Her response wasn’t too positive, which is to be expected. I think I was just asking because I wanted to see what she would say, though it would be awesome if she actually took me up on the offer. Because I am serious about it.
Her first response: smart-ass. “You can have a vegan dinner!” As in, the usual make my own Tofurky roast and side dishes and sit there while everyone else eats a dead chicken. So I refined my request, saying I don’t want my dead friends on the table.
She asked where I want my dead friends.
I want my friends alive, thankyouverymuch.
At this point there was a slight pause where she looked a little contemplative, maybe possibly considering what if she gave me my wish? After all, she wouldn’t have to buy me any Christmas presents.
But then… Response method #2: Stray from the subject. Quote Rocky Horror Picture Show, something we bond over. “Not meatloaf again.” I brought up the fact that meatloaf had nothing to do with the conversation, we were talking about chickens and vegan meals. So she asks if I heard Mike Tyson went vegan, which is old news to me. Then asks if I know which football player is vegan. I didn’t (it’s Tony Gonzalez).
At this point I excused myself from our conversation by mentioning that I had to do my homework.
I think her biggest concern is that she doesn’t know what she will eat if we have a vegan Christmas dinner, and whether or not my dad will like it. So my next step will be to come up with a prospective menu to show her. But right now I have to go write a five-page analytical paper on a piece of poetry. I’ll keep you updated (on the meal, not the paper).
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