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As I promised earlier, here is the recap from last Christmas' Tofurky extravaganza. Everyone had a blast, enjoying the succulent flavor of a turkey made of tofu and gluten There are nine images below, each between 10 and 20KB, so it might take a while for people on dial-up to download, but that's no reason not to read on.

After I bought my plane ticket to Tulsa in Novemeber, I remembered that I needed to order Tofurky in advance, so I called Akin's from my office in the Philadelphia suburbs. The people at Akins thought it was a little strange someone would order a Tofurky from Philadelphia, but they were happy to fill my request.

When I arrived in Tulsa, all I could think about was Tofurky and how this would be the best Christmas ever, but it was late at night, and Akin's was closed, so I couldn't pick up my bird. I went to Akin's first thing the next morning. At the store, Justin pulled my Tofurky out of the walk-in. He seemed excited about Tofurky, too.

Torfurky was kind of expensive, around thirty bucks. I later learned that the Wild Oats chain (which Cate jokingly calls "White Folks") keeps Tofurkys in stock around the holidays and sells them for less. Darlene, a college-age clerk, checked me out. Justin said, "Darlene would look a whole lot better on your Web site than I would." I wholeheartedly agreed, but she wouldn't let me take her picture, so, alas, Darlene does not appear on the m4dbl0g.

Tofurky needs to thaw overnight before it is cooked, so it sat on the countertop for several hours taunting me and my family with its 100% vegan goodness.

Preparing Tofurky is a fairly involved process. The box includes the Tofurky roast, vegan giblet gravy, drumsticks made of tempeh, and a delicious "wishbone" made of Tofurky Jerky. In addtion, the roast needs to be basted with a mixture of soy sauce and orange juice.

After basting, you swaddle the Tofurky roast in a protective wrap of aluminum foil. This keeps the roast moist.

Here is Tofurky happily roasting in the oven, next to Mom's pumpkin pie. It seemed to take forever. My Mom yelled at me to shut up several times as I sang extemporaneous songs about Tofurky.

When Tofurky was fully cooked, I arranged its constiuent parts on a plate and garnished it with some kale and baby carrots. My mom told me to drink some champagne in the hope it would get me to shut up.

Tofurky had a place of honor at the McConnell family dining table that Christmas. Everything looked delicious, well, except for the stuff that had dead animals in it. Mmm... Tofurky.

Everyone said Tofurky was delicious, especially the tempeh drumsticks, but, for whatever reason, there were plenty of leftovers. That just meant more Tofurky for me!

All in all, Tofurky was an unqualified success. I think my Dad was a little jealous of Tofurky, since he keeps asking me, "You're not bringing one of those damn tofu turkeys again this year, are you?"