I think I ate more tofu this weekend than I have eaten in my life thus far. I bought some tofu a couple of weeks ago, and it was about to pass its prime. I pan fried a package worth of medium firm tofu last night in some olive oil. It was a little funky, but it tasted pretty good at about lunch time today. Tonight I breaded and fried some tofu. I think I liked the non-breaded stuff better. I cannot bread and fry things properly. That's okay, because I honestly don't like a lot of fried food anyway. If you don't attack your heart, your heart won't attack you.
Here's the other stuff that was on today's menu:
Chinese Noodles with Sesame Dressing - a recipe from Everyday Food, but I found it subpar to the food I'd like to eat every day. Cilantro in Asian? Can that be that kosher?
Stir-Fried Chicken with Green Beans in Spicy Orange Sauce - quite yummy, and I don't even really like green beans.
Coconut Macaroons - yuck! I thought this would be a good dessert with the Asian dishes. I certainly see enough of those dumb things at Asian buffets. They tasted like Corn Pops. Much too sweet!
And here's a line from a great Reuters story to explain why I'm going to live to be 100 years old - besides the fact that I eat tofu. Drs. Leonid Gavrilov and Natalia Gavrilova of the University of Chicago's Center on Aging report that their research shows that a child's chances of living to 100 years of age double for a child born to a woman before her 25th birthday. Check out the entire story:
Well, I'd better go check my IRA portfolio, since I'm going to live so long... Clean livin', baby.
2 comments:
I'll never make it past 99.
I shall tell you what I told Katie. Update, Sister!
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