Love letters to fish
Dear Lox,
On and off throughout the years we have had nothing but undying love for each other in a primal (and often carnal) fashion; but alas, I feel that things lately have begun to change.
It is true that deep down I believe that being of First Nation status gives me the right to eat food which has been traditionally enjoyed by my people, and that I secretly blame Europeans-turned-Americans for most of the problems with decreasing fish stocks and ocean bio-diversity. This secret feeling is not logical. Everyone, everywhere is equally responsible for being a greedy bitch who doesn't care where our food is coming from - and we must all at some point come to terms with this and start thinking about our food choices.
Although this remained my initial justification for breaking up with you, I thought I knew in my heart of hearts that I would always love you even if we couldn't actually come together anymore. With some small sadness and much greater happiness I must inform you that this is no longer the case, for I have met a new love in the form of smoked tofu.
Smoked tofu has helped me fill all the voids in my life which the absence of you has left me with: on crackers, on bagels with vegan cream cheese, in wraps and rolls, and all the other things which I used to turn to you for.
Do not despair. I am happy, and isn't that all that matters? Perhaps the absence of me in your life shall serve to help you grow as much as a species, as I have as a person. Know that I will always think fondly of better days spent indulging my appetite for you - but truly both of us are better off without each other.
Be well,
L
On and off throughout the years we have had nothing but undying love for each other in a primal (and often carnal) fashion; but alas, I feel that things lately have begun to change.
It is true that deep down I believe that being of First Nation status gives me the right to eat food which has been traditionally enjoyed by my people, and that I secretly blame Europeans-turned-Americans for most of the problems with decreasing fish stocks and ocean bio-diversity. This secret feeling is not logical. Everyone, everywhere is equally responsible for being a greedy bitch who doesn't care where our food is coming from - and we must all at some point come to terms with this and start thinking about our food choices.
Although this remained my initial justification for breaking up with you, I thought I knew in my heart of hearts that I would always love you even if we couldn't actually come together anymore. With some small sadness and much greater happiness I must inform you that this is no longer the case, for I have met a new love in the form of smoked tofu.
Smoked tofu has helped me fill all the voids in my life which the absence of you has left me with: on crackers, on bagels with vegan cream cheese, in wraps and rolls, and all the other things which I used to turn to you for.
Do not despair. I am happy, and isn't that all that matters? Perhaps the absence of me in your life shall serve to help you grow as much as a species, as I have as a person. Know that I will always think fondly of better days spent indulging my appetite for you - but truly both of us are better off without each other.
Be well,
L