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Smoked Tofu Stir Fry


Smoked tofu stir fry

Smoked tofu stir fry

First of all, Happy New Year! It’s a year of a goat or sheep or ram, you can detect a confusion here, so I can only assume it will be a very confused year. Nothing new for me then.

Secondly, sorry for the quality of pictures, it was dark and gloomy. Good job I remembered to take them anyway.

On a new ‘confused identity’ lunar year, you should watch a film which I adore – ‘Raise The Red Lantern’. The film was directed by Zhang Yimou who also introduced us (the western world) to Gong Li, an amazing actress.

She plays Songlian, young girl who’s family becomes bankrupt after her father’s death. She marries into a wealthy family and becomes a fourth wife.




There is a constant rivalry between wives, secrets, never ending plotting. What’s interesting, we never really see the husband, who’s the master and commander of the household but also of the wives life, having the power to choose which one of them is in favour. And who’s in favour is important – the wife he chooses for the night gets a massage, special treatment, her favourite food, etc. His choice is indicated by lighting red lanterns at the entrance to the wife’s house.

It’s a very beautifully shot and quite dramatic film. I can’t stop thinking of the end of the patriarchate whenever I watch it. But I’m still drawn to Yimou’s beautiful world, even knowing, there can’t be a happy ending.

You can have it with a really quick and easy stir fry.

Smoked tofu stir fry

Smoked tofu stir fry

Smoked Tofu Stir Fry:

small chilli, sliced

1 clove garlic, chopped

2cm ginger, grated

200g smoked tofu

200g shitake mushrooms, sliced

1 celery stick chopped

1 red pepper, cut into matchsticks

200g baby corn

1/2 cup chopped spring onion

200g snap peas

1 cup chopped bok choy

1 tbsp black sesame seeds

sesame oil

soy sauce

1 tsp miso

rice noodles

1. Heat sesame oil in a wok or heavy pan. Add chilli, garlic and ginger. Fry for 1-2 minutes, add mushrooms. Fry for 4-5 minutes.

2. Add all vegetables. Fry till they are tender. In the meantime cook rice noodles.

3. When vegetables are softened, add tofu, soy sauce and miso. Mix well. Serve with rice noodles and sprinkled black toasted sesame seeds on top.



About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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