Last night I made a terrible, critical, unforgivable error: I cooked tofu. I happen to like tofu a lot in most forms, although I did not enjoy it in the Oberlin College vegetarian dining hall where it was presented as a plain white slab with a lemon wedge, as if it were a piece of fish. I hope they have figured out how very wrong that is. In Asian food, sauteed with veggies, or in an omelet, I like it just fine, though; I usually order dishes in Chinese and Thai restaurants with tofu in place of meat. Sam and Rob, however, do not share my fondness for soy protein.
Last night, when we had all gotten home tired and cranky from football practice (Sam), work (Rob) and a PTA meeting (me), Rob grilled marinated chicken breasts while I made rice and a vegetable curry. I had the ingredients for the curry sauce I use for beef curry, as well as a quantity of bell peppers, onions and garlic. I had remembered that I had something heartier to throw in – some squash, maybe, some cauliflower or a couple of little potatoes, but I was mistaken (tired and cranky). Hoping no one would notice in the midst of Curry Ecstasy, I chopped and drained some firm tofu and threw it in.
One would think that I had perhaps been single-handedly responsible for the death of every adorable kitten and puppy in the western hemisphere. “There’s tofu in that” wailed Sam. He put some on his plate, tried to eat the peppers without consuming any tofu molecules, and gave up. Rob tried manfully, but couldn’t eat it either. They were both visibly disappointed that they had smelled the curry, anticipated the curry, possibly fantasized about the curry, and were now unable to eat the curry. My first reaction was basically “oh, for God’s sake you can’t even taste it,” but I now understand that to them, tofu is as repulsive and inedible as, say, pork rinds or beef fat are to me. Lesson learned. I gave Rob my chicken, ate most of the offending curry myself, and vowed to keep my tofu to myself.
On another topic: I am completely over summer. I will miss the fresh, beautiful produce, to be sure, but I am ready for soups, stews, casseroles, squash, cider, apples, snuggling, pumpkins, football, coziness and all that jazz. I will miss only the fresh herbs and my ever-present flip flops.