Yesterday I made vegan sloppy joes, called "snobby joes," since apparently the fact that they contain no meat or animal products makes them think they're better than everything else. And maybe the name is appropriate, as they are better than a lot of things, especially sloppy joes with charred meat and ketchup-y sauce and day-old white hamburger buns. Anyway, these are delicious, and I think I owe a huge thank you to my previous housemates for not only this recipe, but a small collection they bestowed upon me when I made the move to my new place.
Actually, I owe them a thank you for much much more than the recipes. They opened up their house to me for three months, fed me on a pretty regular basis, directed me to the best running trails in the area, and let me play with and babysit their pets. They did this all without accepting anything in return, telling me to pay it forward instead. And while I do intend on paying it forward, I hope they realize how much they helped me out this past winter. Thank you both so much!
...And I'm pretty sure they'll read this... :)
We had a roomate once who we nicknamed the "positivity orb." Our cats miss snuggling up to her and our puppy misses her stinky five fingers. It's funny how whenever a roomate moves on they always seem to leave something behind. It's not always a physical thing some times it's just an aura. You feel a kind of loss, but you also feel energized by having someone new passing through your life. And sometimes you open the kitchen cupboard and see an army of coffee mugs and wonder why you need so many.
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