
Joe leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he waited for my response. I was hunched over the stove, stirring a pot of ground beef that sizzled and popped, releasing an aroma that filled our tiny kitchen like a foghorn on a misty day.
“I don’t know, Joe,” I said, shifting the weight on my feet, “I’m used to this stuff. It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s… familiar.” My spatula swirled through the meat, breaking up any lumps that dared form under its metal tines.
Joe pushed off from the counter, his body language as animated as ever. “But don’t you see?” he said, his hands dancing around like they were trying to catch something invisible, “That’s exactly why you should give this a shot. Your body is a temple, Charles – you shouldn’t be filling it with… well, stuff that looks like it was made in a lab.”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “You sound like one of those health nuts on Instagram,” I said, turning back to the stove. “Besides, I’m not just feeding myself here. You know how hard it is to find something that both tastes good and doesn’t have any weird plant stuff in it?”
Joe reached past me, snagging a piece of bell pepper from the cutting board. He crunched into it like an apple, his eyes never leaving mine. “That’s exactly my point,” he said around a mouthful of vegetable. “You’re so used to this, you don’t even realize how much better you could feel.”
I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck with my free hand. “I just don’t think I have the time for all that, Joe. Between work and the gym… it’s a wonder I even find time to eat, let alone cook something fancy.” My stomach growled in agreement, traitorous thing.
Joe clapped me on the shoulder, his grin wider than the Grand Canyon. “That’s what I’m here for, buddy,” he said. “I’ll help you. We’ll start with some simple stuff – lentils, beans, tofu… nothing scary, I promise.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, skepticism written all over my face. “Tofu?” I echoed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Joe just laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, Charles,” he said, “you’re gonna love it. And if you don’t… well, at least you’ll have given it a fair shot.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Fine,” I said, resignation in my voice. “But if this is all some elaborate prank, Joe… so help me…” My threat was cut off by his whoop of joy as he pulled out his phone to start researching recipes.
As I turned back to the stove, stirring the now-greyish meat with a renewed sense of trepidation, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my life was about to change. And for better or worse, it seemed like Joe was going to be the one steering the ship.

