“Where’re the steaks?” I’d planned on pizza, but if the steaks were still edible, I’d be good with that. “There are none. It’s cauliflower steaks.” It didn’t matter how much she repeated the words or how slow she said them, my brain couldn’t comprehend the idea of cauliflower being a steak. No way in hell. “You tried to make a vegetable into a steak?” I asked, fuckin’ horrified.
