... because we ended up giving it away.
The beginning of the week, my mother and I were shopping at Sprouts and I saw a Tofurky Plant Based Roast with Wild Rice on deep sale.
We're talking "save $20.70" deep sale, as it lists for $22.99 and is being discontinued at Sprouts, so it's on sale for $2.29.
Unfortunately, Amazon is selling it via a third party vender at such an upcharge, some of the comments are saying "shame on Amazon for letting this happen" because people know it's not supposed to be $59.64 as listed. Someone even mentioned they saw it for over $100.
So buyer beware if you're going to look for it on the A⟶Z site; you're going to pay a hell of a lot more.
I know you're asking if we made it, and we did.
My mother put it in the crock pot and let it slow cook all day. In the mix was the roast, some celery, onions and baby carrots. Plus gravy. When it was time for supper, my mother said "it looks like a big kishke". She thought it was the funniest thing.
Everything was taken out of the crockpot and made ready to be plated.
Once on a serving dish, it was time to try it.
That's when everything went seemingly south.
The rice was awesome, but salty (my mother said "way too over salted, the entire meal"). The carrots, celery and onions were soft and good. The roast was chewy.
Yes. Chewy. I don't want to say "almost like rubber, chewy" because it wasn't on that type of level, but if it was cooked any longer, it might have been.
I've had Tofurky products before and haven't had a problem with them. This was the first time I ate anything bigger than sandwich slices.
Only eating one piece (my mother eating a third of a piece), a vegetarian friend was called to see if she'd want this, because my mother was going to throw it out.
Yes, we called a friend to take our food. My mother has no issues with that because there are times she makes enough food for an army and ends up bringing over to friends in need. So she's used to ringing up someone and asking them if they're interested in something.
This friend, having not made plans yet for their dinner, said they'd definitely take it. Their (meat eating) husband had just left for kickboxing, but would come home looking for food. So it was perfect timing.
My mother packaged up what she didn't slice and I took it to the friend's house, who lives around the corner. They were excited because again, they didn't have anything planned, and since this is vegetarian friendly, they could dig into it and not worry about ingredients.
I got home and my mother said we're just going to eat whatever else was made - we had cauliflower, the carrots/onions/celery and a can of cranberry sauce. Very veg friendly supper.
It's not something we're going to buy again, even if it's a penny. It really was over salted and I said "most of the vegetarian products have too much salt because it has to make up for whatever is not in the product. This is partially why health nuts drink so much water. They're compensating for the sodium.". I know this isn't true for everything, but I feel like (in my experience reading labels) the salt is way too much, because normal products have all sorts of preservatives and chemicals to keep the meat / poultry / etc "fresh". As vegetarian products have a quicker perishable date, something "friendly" enough needs to be added to have a few day longer shelf life. Add salt and you've got yourself a meal for Friday when you bought it on Monday.
I mean, look at all the reality shows on television right now - the ones where people are dropped off in the middle of the woods and find streams or fields. When someone catches fish or big game, what's the first thing they do if they have access to a certain mineral? Salt the damn thing (only after cutting it up to manageable pieces).
Hell, how many times have we heard this from other people too? Isn't it part of history anyway? When hunter gatherers went out to get food, they figured out a way to keep everything for a while by drying out out the animal and slathering salt on it. Even dried fruit and vegetables have some sort of salt in them, especially the mass produced ones (although there's a sulfite difference and way too much sugar).
To each his own, but what I thought would be a really cool thing to try, turned out to be such a waste for us. I really had hoped this "roast" would have been good, but even with the gravy, it was too much. I'm glad my mom's friend loved it and it didn't go to waste, but I'm sorry we bought it, even though it was a great change to try something new. We now know for next time, "on sale doesn't mean it'll be amazing for us".
My mother even made the comments when I was apologizing for wanting to try this, that she wanted to try it. She's had the bean / plant based burgers and has really enjoyed them the past few years. She never liked them when we were in Brockton and I'd buy them a lot (mainly because I'd have something for Tay when he stayed over, but I ate them too). The burgers have progressed over the years to taste like real meat, so my mother does enjoy them once in a while. Cooked correctly (grilled), you really can't tell unless you are wanting to start picking at everything in it. So she said that she was willing to try this roast because she has tried other things.
Hard lesson learned.
Switching gears to other things, we were shopping yesterday and I saw a hand towel.
It says "Home is where your mom is" and I immediately thought of so many different things that could go wrong with this.
The first thing I did was text it to my friend Cat, and said "what if your mom is at a cemetery, six feet under ground?". Cat replied "or she's hiding under the house". I said "that means it's the championship level of hide and seek". I got one of those laughing crying emojis as a response.
But it's true - if your mom is not in an actual building, can that be called "home"? How do you decorate that place with other "home is where" stuff? If mom's locked up in the basement, is that what home is? What about being thrown in the clink? Sure, 3 walls with a door and a cot could make a home but then you're with god knows how many other people, sharing a common area and being obnoxiously loud.
Home is home to people.
My home is haunted. I smudged a few weeks ago, but someone's back. The other night, at three different times in the night, I got woken up to very loud banging on my bedroom door (I sleep with my door closed). At one point it scared me so much, my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. Don't laugh; it was the middle of the night and I was sound asleep.
Someone's here and won't go away.
I'm starting to think that the beliefs are real - that leaving an empty chair in a bedroom is an invitation for a spirit or anomaly to come pay you a visit and watch you.
Okay, let me back up for a minute.
I have an old Ikea Tirup chair, that is so far discontinued, that you can only find it on auction sites (eBay, etc).
According to the internet, there's a supernatural myth about leaving an empty chair in the bedroom and it being an open invitation for visitors. If it's cold in your room, you're more apt to get someone to stop in, especially during "the witching hour" of ~ 3AM.
Which would explain why there are nights I wake up between 2 and 3, and it's not even "I gotta pee" time. It's just that I woke up when I had only fallen asleep 4 hours prior. Someone is in my room and I can't see who (or what) it is. They're here to eff with me somehow.
There are times I see the shadowing of someone, but it's not something everyone sees when they're here. I see lights flicker randomly and my mother thinks I'm nuts.
But if these legends are real, then there's some sort of written backing for me to "prove" I'm not making this up. I'm sure there was a conversation or two in the iNTO THE FRAY RADIO - Encounters with the Paranormal podcast (which I am totally behind in listening to. I've been finding other shows and have gone down too many rabbit holes. I've got to play serious catch up with the stuff I was listening to a couple years ago).
I assure you that I'm not crazy. I've dug into conspiracy theorem before and have had plenty of supernatural conversations with my friends (specifically Cathy and Tay) and we all are on the same page with this stuff. One of the last big conversations I had with Tay, we talked about how he was woken up in the middle of the night by a strange noise outside his house. It sounded like horses, but he is nowhere near a farm or horse area (he lives in the hood). We think it was a specific type of owl, which would make more sense. Coincidentally, it was around the time a burrowing owl showed up in my community - a neighbor called my mother saying there's an owl in his shared walkway. Owls themselves are considered supernatural, so it was definitely a sign.
Whatever you want to believe, this is all so strange to those who think it's fake. I don't think it is, and some of my friends agree. If this means I need to get rid of my chair, well, maybe I need to get myself my own place (since I live with my mother) and decorate the house how I need to, in order to be safe and not worry about being watched while I sleep or having my door being battered on. The lights need to stop flickering and I want to know someone else understands this stuff. The Truth Is Out There; you just need to find it.
Cheers;