Don’t Ask Me About Tofu

When people ask me about why I became a vegetarian, I’m sure they’re braced for some PETA-scripted canned response about choosing not to eat anything with a face, or some granola manifesto about health benefits. But my vegetarianism story was born from sheer stubbornness. My mom wasn’t a bad cook, but I hated her pork … Continue reading Don’t Ask Me About Tofu