It was our second year at University of Buffalo and we were living together. We had a suite: two rooms connected by a bathroom. The two guys in the other room are a freshman Chinese kid and an older guy, Steve from NYC. Steve was one of those know-it-alls that loved to tell you how you should live. He was also a very strict vegetarian, rode his bike everywhere and looked just like Art Garfunkel.
Jeff made a pot of sauce every Sunday after breakfast. The whole floor was in our room while it was cooking because it smelled good. So every week, Jeff being Jeff, offered Steve some pasta. We had the whole works going all the time - meatballs, sausage, chicken, eggs, the usual. Every week, Steve would turn Jeff down and eat freaking Lentil soup that smelled like ass.
One Sunday Jeff made plain sauce, no meat; and invited Steve to come over, telling Steve plainly that it is a vegetarian meal that does not smell like ass. Steve said no thanks and explained that he was allergic to tomatoes since he was a kid. He said it smelled good but he didn't want to risk a reaction. We were like "Whatever man, we tried."
The next Sunday Jeff goes back to the good stuff, adding some braciole that the old man (Jeff's dad) had dropped off; the works. We put the pot to simmer and went out to play some hoops. When we got back to the room, we saw Steve, the veggie (who had come through the shared bathroom), sitting in front of our TV with the biggest bowl he could find, filled with sauce, sausage, braciole, everything! Our jaws hit the ground. Jeff said dude, "What the &*$%? He said it smelled so good that he had to give it a try to see if he would have a reaction. Since he didn't have, he got himself a big bowl and a slab of bread. We said, "Wait! What about all the meat in there?" Steve said, "Well I'm a vegetarian but it won't kill me. This stuff is awesome!"
Jeff's cooking cured a tomato allergic vegetarian! From then on we remembered to lock the bathroom door!
Submitted by Jeff Popple, "Pops".
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