![]() ![]() My grandparents, laconic and mysterious, were also very vegetarian. My favorite foods were burgers and dumplings, and already, the opportunities to eat them had dwindled since my grandparents from Taiwan had come to live with us several years before. Why not? I remember this announcement sent me into a brief panic. One day he came home and announced he could no longer eat meat. That summer of 1995, the popular water cooler topic at dad's work was the Fox TV special Alien Autopsy: Fact or Fiction? Dad had apparently spent a considerable amount of time theorizing about extraterrestrial food chains with his coworkers at the computer wholesale company where he worked in technical support. The preeminent threat was alien abductions. Our favorite show was X-Files, and also Sightings. He meditated regularly, and had a particularly intense session in which he saw humans as livestock raised by aliens. I imagined him alone in his high-rise condo in Kaohsiung, looking out onto the leafy muddle, dreaming of pre-washed chlorophyll. In his email, he urged us to take advantage of the coupon on his behalf- with an exclamation mark and a note of regret. The food doesn't inflame the senses or your digestive tract. A sort of glorified salad buffet, Souplantation is the kind of chain restaurant you go to with your family after church or sports games, particularly after the ones you've lost. A few years ago on Father's Day, my dad, who was then living in Taiwan, forwarded the family a special holiday coupon to one of his favorite places in the world: Souplantation. ![]()
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