It always surprises me that TOFU isn't a superstar. (Among the non-veg/flex-itarians of the world, that is).
If I had to make a list of my Top 50 meals (home and away), tofu in its myriad forms would surely occupy more spots than duck and chicken combined. Cinnamon-braised tofu; Northern Chinese fried tofu; stir fried black beans with tofu; Kokyo sushi's age tofu; Buk Chang Dong's tofu kimchi stew. All so good, and that's just the beginning.
Some days, I just crave it, so I just fry up an onion, some tofu and some kale or spinach, douse the lot in soy sauce and Sriracha and eat the whole mess in front of the TV.
But frankly, I'm sick of bigging it up to people who scrunch up their noses in disgust at its mere mention, so I'm done with that. I'm just going to sit right down an enjoy myself a tofu-hummus-cucumber sandwich.
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