I’m not vegetarian, but for some reason, I love tofu. I know. It doesn’t taste like anything.

And, if you eat too much of it, it gives you gas. Some soft kinds resemble white phlegm. But. I love the stuff. I especially love it fried so that the outside is crispy. So, I love the crispiness that it assumes. It can’t do this by itself. I also love the hard kind that feels like a meatball when you mix it with sweet and sour sauce. My step-mom crumbled it once and fried it with curry powder. It tasted like scrambled eggs, Indian style.

Really, I have nothing more to say about tofu. I just love it.

I can’t explain why I love it. I just do.

M

In the “Meaf” last weekend with Tom, Ned and Stella, my dog. Being there reminds me that outside is the best place to be…

In Meaf…

The Stella Bean and mom.

After the day outside, we headed to Ned’s for apple cider and vodka. Perfect.

I started going to Meaford few years ago. I met Ned when I interviewed him for a story about wild animals. He thought he saw a cougar; not the kind sitting on a bar stool.

Ned is the associate editor of Mountain Life Magazine–(www.mountainlifemag.ca). The mag covers outdoorsy activities in the Southern Georgian Bay area. After chatting with Ned for that ‘other’ magazine, he asked me to cross over and write for him. I jumped on board. I’ve written about trail running, wood carvers, fair trade coffee, photographers, and now…bra tossing. Take a peak of me on the chair lift at Blue Mountain tossing my bra; it’s a tradition amongst female skiers, but you’ll have to wait for the story in the November issue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkQWbZ40hZ0&feature=player_embedded