Today, a fellow I know says he went home and asked his wife what was for dinner.
And that's what they had. It was not to his liking.
I then told him my recollection of tofu, so I'll tell it again (regurgitate, so to speak) here:
Tofu is the worst.
I've always been of an open mind to try new things, so when I was at my friend Dave Chao's house, I did try the tofu.
This was after his mother insisted, "No, you big-a boy. You eat sree pack!"
And she proceeded to fix me three entire packages of ramen noodles.
That time, I asked Dave what it was he was eating. With the blocky
white chunks of stuff. He said, "Bean curr." I said, "huh?" He
said, a little slower, "Bean Currrrrr. You try!"
It wasn't until the nanosecond before it was about to hit my tongue
that my brain finally miscombulated what he was saying.
"Bean Curd!" my brain said right as I bit down on it.
"Oh Holy Jesus, spit it out, spit it out!" my stomach said.
I swallowed the one bite.