Return of the Tofu

Experiencing a bit of a dry spell these last few weeks, brought on by a) the new job b) the olympics and c) my brother's wedding. It means I've not been cooking or writing. So tonight's homemade-by-me meal feels like an achievement after so many evenings of the Brit's (excellent) cooking, take-out, and Sad Excuses for Supper (such as the unfortunate mozzerella-chardonnay-toblerone marathon last week).

As mentioned, I heart tofu to the max for many reasons -- not the least of which is the way a vac-sealed pack of it that may have been purchased lo 2 weeks ago, is still hale+sound tonight.

Said tofu hit a marinade of soy, sesame and grated ginger, then went into a 350 F oven while I sautéed a sliced onion, some ginger and garlic, a red pepper and steamed some broccoli over the simmering rice. Then I remembered a miso dressing we used to make by the vat-ful at the hippie bakery-cafe -- puree 1 clove garlic in the food processor, add about 1/2 cup miso, a good glug of rice vinegar, a glob of Dijon, tons of pepper and then thin it out with water.

In about 20 minutes the whole affair came together in a giant pile of LE YUM which I then doused with a generous drizzle of miso dressing. And now for the women's gold medal hockey game and the women's long program.