Petra thought it would be funny to replace the artisinal vegan organic tempeh with regular supermarket tempeh for the dinner party later that evening since Roger's uppity post doc french literature cohort would be breaking gluten free bread with them and finishing the evening with a reading and critique. Last time, Camille, her arch nemesis, read her the riot act for not serving specifically vegan, organic, fair trade, Oregon
tilth, kombucha-tinis. After seeing
Petra's unbridled joy for doing such a dastardly deed, I was smfh.
