As a vegetarian for over 35 years, I have to be pleased about this phenomenon, but also I guess I'm a product of my time, because (a) I don't really remember what meat tastes like and (b) while I've always, I suppose, tucked into meat substitutes, I'm not that into authentic textures. So I've tried a lot of these things and the closer they get to simulating gristle the more I'm grossed out. Oddly enough I can handle the fake luncheon meat stuff, and there are some sausages I don't mind if they're more obviously false, but I've never been able to handle fake chicken. What a snowflake!
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