I had not heard the term "Soy Boy" until Jacob introduced it here many years ago: back in the days when we were talking about Young, Restless, and Reformed, being cool, and whatever helped project a counter-culture cultural reclamation. Etc.
Other than that, I didn't think it applied to me.
So, when you have leftovers and miscellaneous stuff in the pantry, and nothing fancy, you make do. I had leftover rice, some frozen low-budget steak, and, hmm.....soy sauce.
So I slow-fried the steak to thaw and cook it, mixed up the soy sauce with some molasses and garlic I had hidden in the pantry, threw it all into the pan with the steak. I ended up with a teriyaki stew of sorts. Hit the spot. Tasted good.
But now I am a soy boy. I just hope the red meat and the black coffee offsets that a bit. Maybe I'll do another 45 pushups this evening just to be sure.
Other than that, I didn't think it applied to me.
So, when you have leftovers and miscellaneous stuff in the pantry, and nothing fancy, you make do. I had leftover rice, some frozen low-budget steak, and, hmm.....soy sauce.
So I slow-fried the steak to thaw and cook it, mixed up the soy sauce with some molasses and garlic I had hidden in the pantry, threw it all into the pan with the steak. I ended up with a teriyaki stew of sorts. Hit the spot. Tasted good.
But now I am a soy boy. I just hope the red meat and the black coffee offsets that a bit. Maybe I'll do another 45 pushups this evening just to be sure.