“You lied to me.” His voice cuts through the afternoon like a cracked plate.
I blink once. “I told you,” I say, calm. “I told you it wasn’t meat.”
He points at his half-eaten plate with a trembling fork. “No, you said it’s ‘not meat’ — and then you smiled like you were joking. That’s not the same thing, man!”
“It’s exactly the same thing.” “You just didn’t want to believe it.”
He stands up suddenly. Cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a sunburn that’s just starting to turn angry. His sunglasses hang from his collar like they want to escape the conversation.
“You don’t understand — I feel f**k*ng tricked.” “You don’t just give someone fake ribs and act like it’s no big deal.”
Behind him, a small group of impalas lift their heads. The air is still. Even the trees seem to be listening.
I don’t flinch. I fold my arms and nod toward his plate. “But you liked it… before you ‘knew.’”
He laughs — one of those hollow, rage-covered laughs that hides confusion.
“You think this is funny?” “You think it’s clever to mess with people’s food?”
I take a breath. “I think what’s clever is your tongue couldn’t tell the difference.” “What you’re angry about has nothing to do with what’s on the plate. It’s what’s not.”
He steps closer. “You’ve got some f**k*ng nerve.”
And I look him straight in the eye and say, “I’d love to give you the F-word too. Honestly. But I can’t.” “Because I only have one F-word left… and I can’t give it away.”
He tilts his head. Confused. “What the hell does that even mean?”
I smile.
An elephant strolls by in the distance — slow, silent, massive.
Chef TJ
“You lied to me.”
His voice cuts through the afternoon like a cracked plate.
I blink once.
“I told you,” I say, calm.
“I told you it wasn’t meat.”
He points at his half-eaten plate with a trembling fork.
“No, you said it’s ‘not meat’ — and then you smiled like you were joking. That’s not the same thing, man!”
“It’s exactly the same thing.”
“You just didn’t want to believe it.”
He stands up suddenly.
Cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a sunburn that’s just starting to turn angry. His sunglasses hang from his collar like they want to escape the conversation.
“You don’t understand — I feel f**k*ng tricked.”
“You don’t just give someone fake ribs and act like it’s no big deal.”
Behind him, a small group of impalas lift their heads. The air is still. Even the trees seem to be listening.
I don’t flinch. I fold my arms and nod toward his plate.
“But you liked it… before you ‘knew.’”
He laughs — one of those hollow, rage-covered laughs that hides confusion.
“You think this is funny?”
“You think it’s clever to mess with people’s food?”
I take a breath.
“I think what’s clever is your tongue couldn’t tell the difference.”
“What you’re angry about has nothing to do with what’s on the plate. It’s what’s not.”
He steps closer.
“You’ve got some f**k*ng nerve.”
And I look him straight in the eye and say,
“I’d love to give you the F-word too. Honestly. But I can’t.”
“Because I only have one F-word left… and I can’t give it away.”
He tilts his head. Confused.
“What the hell does that even mean?”
I smile.
An elephant strolls by in the distance — slow, silent, massive.
And I say nothing.
Not yet.
#TheFWord #ChefTJ #WashedFlourMethod #VeganButcher #VeganMeat #VeganRibs #PlantBasedChef #InsaneVeganX #VeganStorytelling #WildlifeAndVeganism #VeganAfrica #MeatlessMagic #VeganBraai #GameReserveEats #VeganDrama #VeganWithHeart #LookAtThat #VeganReels #VeganShortFilm #ConsciousEating #OneFWordLeft #PlantPower
5 months ago | [YT] | 90