Pizza and Opossum

Of course this being a vegan cafe the two items in the title are quite separate events. However, as this blog is authored by a former failed poet, I must say the temptation of alliteration was too great. Or is it assonance? As you can see I only fool myself when referring to my failure in the past tense.

In any case, Dinner with Dilip came over and had some BC pizza. As you might be able to guess from his tight smile, he was trying hard to keep the pizza down.

On this particular version I put some artichokes, olives, garlic, onion, sauted shitakkes, and a crumbly masa-garlic powder-olive oil mix on top. I also added some basil from Beloved's garden.
The other night, at approximately 3:00 am, we heard odd clicking noises, almost like a small drip. Rob took a look down the basement and saw a huge rat. Only it was not thus; the next day upon inspection we discovered that we have an opossum inhabiting our basement. This one appears to be an infant and didn't know how to play opossum yet. At one point s/he opened her tiny yet intimidating mouth to reveal many sharp (and poisonous, BC fears?) teeth. BC set to researching the creature immediately, and found some useful information. Particularly of interest
to my inner-vegan was this characterization:

In danger Opossums can feign death or drool heavily for a predator to think the Opossum is sick and unappetizing. Or they hiss and growl, showing sharp teeth, but it's only a bluff. These gentle and placid animals prefer to avoid confrontations.

I naturally deduced they are a bunch of mini-Jesuses, turning their other tiny cheek, so to speak, in the face of adversity. How quickly the opossum became a metaphor for all we should be as humans. This little beast already has it figured out. As they have been around since the time of dinosaurs, one might reason they have had time to figure things out. Unfortunately, though they managed to survive huge reptilian attacks, presumably by "playing possum," they are no match for our motorized vehicles, and many of these cute babes are left orphaned when their mom's are killed crossing the street. Apparently playing dead isn't very effective with automobiles. In any case, I have named our opossum Sybette because they have quite a striking resemblance.