Trust me, I am still cringing at this. It all started when I read a recipe in my new Real Simple magazine. It was for a one pot curry rice meal. The picture looked really good, and I am all about one pot meals, so I thought I would give it a try. The recipe does not call for tofu but for shrimp. I looked at the picture, I looked at the recipe, I tried to decide if I could buy and put shrimp in something I was going to eat. I was tempted but then I read the instructions. De-vein the shrimp. What? I don't know how to do that but it sounds gross and I would probably not be able to eat the shrimp after that.
I still needed to add some protein to make this a full meal. Chicken is my stand-by but then I couldn't have a one pot meal. I was really into the idea of only washing up one pan following the meal. So, I thought of tofu. I don't particularly like tofu but it would be in rice, the rice looked good, there were some carrots, I thought I could do it.
When it came time to eat the meal I looked at the big, white chunks of tofu and thought "what was I thinking?" It did not look good. My three year old picked up one piece and asked what it was. I wondered if I should just tell him it is chicken. But my husband quickly informed him it was tofu. He put it in his mouth and chewed, I watched, waiting for the moment when partially chewed up tofu would come spilling out of his mouth. He chewed, he swallowed, he picked up more tofu! When all the tofu was gone he politely asked for more!
I looked at the baby's plate and his was also clean of tofu. They both ate it. I looked at mine. Still full of tofu. Okay, if a three year old and a 16 month old can eat it so I can. I picked it up, I looked at it, I put it back on my plate. If I take a small piece, mash it into little bits, put a WHOLE bunch of rice on my fork, then I can quickly chew and swallow before any hint of tofu touches my tongue. I shudder. It is disgusting.
I quickly fill my plate with salad and bread. No more tofu for me. I will leave it to my husband and sons.