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).