Last night I made tacos. Christina asked if I had used beef or turkey? I said turkey.
We ate the tacos and Christina declared them to be “damn good.”
Later, as we were doing the dishes, I came clean.
“Did you like those tacos?”
“I loved them.”
“Yeah, well they weren’t turkey. They were soy-based.”
And that’s when I achieved a longstanding dream of working a particular Spaceballs reference into a conversation.
Later, Christina told me those were the best meatless tacos she had ever eaten, but that I was “the worst.”