Tofu done. Just need to package it and deliver it. I feel like I should dig out noisemakers and shout "Happy New Year" or something.



No, that isn't supposed to make sense. There are, like, maybe two people reading this who might know what I'm talking about. Two others might be able to guess. (Yes, I am intentionally being mysterious. Nyah, nyah. After consorting with that much tofu, I feel I have a right to not make sense.)