For the Love of Good Tofu

For Mothers Day, my fiance and I took his mother to a Jamaican restaurant on her lunch break. I'm very familiar with Jamaican cuisine as it is very close to Haitian food. But that day, I fell in love all over again. The food was making love to my mouth. (Now who does that sound like?)

My mom-in-law ordered a vegetarian dish. I noticed on the menu that it said the meat used is not real, its tofu. When our food came, she got a call from her other son who also came to the hospital to see her. She stepped out for few minutes and my fiance ( I had nothing to do with it!) stole some of her "meat" to taste. He popped a piece in my mouth and I almost died. From pleasure. This tofu stuff was freaking amazing. It was perfectly seasoned and it just...omigosh...oh lawd...It was soo good.

We flagged down the waitress three times. First it was me; demanding that she tell me that it was really meat. Then my fiance, and then his mom after she tasted it.  Next time I go, I'm ordering tofu. If I could get tofu to taste like that at home, I might turn vegetarian.

Side note: I was about to read Mn. Risley's post on Flinging in the Rain, when I read the sentence about fried tofu and the memory smacked me in the head. OK, back to Mn.'s post. This would be a perfect opportunity to send a link to her page, but I have no idea how to do that. Someone please tell me, please!