Yes, I really did have a top-knot. My hair was naturally dreaded and I pulled it back with chopsticks. How awesome am I?
OK, so you’re probably wondering where the fuck this epic story has been leading. So I’ll tell you.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, I worked, played, loved, and ate in Chinatown. I was dirt poor, sleeping on a stone floor in a 10′ x 12′ concrete apartment. And one restaurant is single-handedly responsible for my survival: Yokohama Station.
It was a hole in the wall with numbered picture menus, though most people opted for their special: $1 quart o’ noodles in teriyaki. As I was still vegetarian at the time, I lived off two meals: Ma-Po Tofu and Tomato Tofu. In time, I came to learn the secrets of their preparation, which always comes in handy when cooking for a hot date.
This has been a story of tomato tofu. Partly because it was a tomato that brought the torrent of memories, and partly because the Ma-Po Tofu recipe is far too precious to simply post online. Sorry, but you’re not worth it.
So, want to make your own?
Serves one Josh, or 2-4 normal people.