“My father was the president and founder of a successful architecture firm. My mother is the founder and executive director of 200 person non-profit. My brother is the lead singer for a rock band which has multiple Grammys and gold records. And i am the tofu delivery boy.”
i love delivering tofu. i get to drive the tofu truck, which is just large enuf to be a real truck and just small enuf for me to get into to trouble for it. i love decoding the parking complexities of Richmond during the day, the slightly rickity hand truck i get to move the crates around in. All the restaurant workers who say nice things about our products and offer me coffee (which i dont drink) and other treats (which i do eat).
i breeze into the walk in fridge at VCU and unload amongst the bustle which is a huge institutional kitchen. i drop at a tiny cafe where the death metal music is always blaring in the kitchen. The Harrison Street Cafe uses huge quantities of Tempeh and are always friendly and generous. i deliver tofu scraps for the Richmond chapter of Food not Bombs to the ever cool staff at Ellwood Thompsons.
And while it may not be the top of the world, things look pretty good from the eyes of the tofu delivery boy.