I NEED MY OWN VEGETARIAN
I made my second attempt at cooking tofu last night and failed yet again. Now being that I believe salami should very much be its own food group, one might be surprised to find that I enjoy tofu, but I do. It is far healthier than what I normally consume and I like that it tastes like anything you cook it in (which is why I cook mine with bacon— ha, just kidding).
T Bone introduced me to the beauty of grilled tofu with a nice soy peanut sauce a couple weeks ago after we “exercised” (explained below). It was life changing and incredibly delicious. When I attempted to repeat her performance Saturday afternoon, I ended up with tofu that tasted like burnt hamburgers.
Yesterday, as I was too lazy to walk all the way down the basement stairs and out the back door to the grill, I attempted the pan fried approach for round 2. What I ended up with was tofu that tasted like vegetable oil— the soy peanut sauce coating simply sticking to the bottom of the pan when I tried to flip the tofu. (I ate it anyway.) Foiled yet again.
I’ve decided that what I need is my very own vegetarian to instruct me on the finer points of making tofu taste good and cook properly. They must know how it’s done. Help a carnivore sister out.
A LAZY GIRL’S GUIDE TO “EXERCISE”
“Exercise” is when T Bone and I pretend to work out— a skill that needs to be practiced and perfected. We make plans to go on a run and end up doing nothing close to full speed. It involves the following:
– Planning a run. Putting on exercise clothes and sneakers. Meeting in Lincoln Park.
– Walking somewhat quickly around our neighborhood and near historical places, such as our Nation’s Capitol, to get some culture.
– Jogging briskly only when we might miss the light in order to be constantly moving. We may be going slow but we ain’t standing still!
– Finish with snacks and beer.
LIFE ADVICE— BE EASY
“Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone”. Word, John Keating.
Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society