Through and Through, I Stay Like Tofu Zoe Curley

I sat there staring at it. The so called “blob” of the food world. That infamously taboo food with a worse reputation than Lindsey Lohan. Its unpleasant corners, soft texture, and initial lack of flavor strike fear into the hearts of its meat-craving nay-sayers.

Two years ago, when morals met willpower, I decided to join the tofu-loving clan that is veganism. Over those two years, I have “come out” to people plenty of times. I vividly remember their faces twist and turn like Bop-its as they ask that same universal question: “But like you don’t eat tofu...right?” Yes. Let it be on record once and for all that, as horrendous and terrifying as it may seem, I eat a lot of tofu.

Of all the mysterious and questionable food products on the market today, why tofu? What has this coagulated soybean product done to evoke such loathing? I feel there is a lot to be learned from the seemingly simple commodity. As a student who has lived on two continents, I have spent most of my life chasing my roots, only to be met with another plane ticket and school registration packet. The restless hours on planes, the cramped hotel stays, the homecomings and the countless goodbyes all lead up to the inevitable blank slate. When life gives me a blank...