Whenever I cook tofu, I can’t help but think of a song by the Krishna punk band Baby Gopal. I don’t know the name of the song, but the chorus goes something like, “I like tofu, I like tofu…” and on and on. I heard it for the first (and last time) when I saw Baby Gopal perform at the Rat in Boston one straightedge Sunday afternoon when I was in high school and flirting with Krishna consciousness. (The flirtation, which was short-lived, alas, consisted of me meeting a cute Hare Krishna in Harvard Square one Saturday, accepting an invitation from him to go to a vegetarian dinner, and giving him a $5 donation for a Bhagavad Gita.)
And so when I was frying slices of tofu tonight for dinner, I thought of Baby Gopal, sang “I like tofu” over and over in my head, and wondered whatever happened to that Bhagavad Gita.
I served the tofu with brown basmati rice and braised baby bok choy (leftover from week 3 of my CSA).
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Deloney // November 15, 2009 at 8:15 pm |
The very idea of tofu used to give me a stomach ache until someone told me to try crumbled tofu instead of ground beef in some pasta thing I was making. It tasted fine though the tomato sauce with a wack of spices probably helped. When in doubt, add garlic and onions!
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meridithl // November 16, 2009 at 1:28 pm |
Hey, Deloney. Nice to see you again
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If someone is trying tofu for the first time, having it in spaghetti sauce makes for a nice, subtle introduction to the stuff. I’ll never forget the time I served tofu parmesan to my unknowing dad, who’s a meat and potatoes man. The tofu was breaded and pan-fried and covered in so much sauce and cheese, he didn’t mind.