Hooray! We’ve made it through the first week of MoFo. I’m feelin’ pretty pleased with my progress so far; I’ve shared more original recipes in a week than I had in the previous… I dunno, six or so months. Go me.

But now it’s Sunday, and I promised myself to take it easy on Sundays. (Plus my apartment is a mess, my dog has bowl-you-over vomit breath, and I am plum tuckered out.) So, in lieu of a legit post, I’m going to answer a few of the “official” blogging prompts from the folks at MoFo HQ.

Share your first experience cooking with tofu.

Ahh, this takes me back. It was autumn of 2008, and I was beginning my senior year of college. I lived in an on-campus townhouse with two of my very best friends. I’d been vegetarian since the end of high school, but somehow I’d never made tofu for myself (hey, I had a meal plan for the first three years of college!). Now, though, with a full kitchen at my disposal, a burgeoning interest in veganism, and time to spare (ha ha jk) while working on my senior comps project, I decided to branch out. I hied myself down to the local co-op and picked me up a package of tofu. It looked somethin’ like this:

Oh yes, you know where this is going. I gamely cut the pale block into cubes, coated it in some barbecue sauce, and put it in the oven, hoping that some sort of magical tofu fairy who lived in the back of our little gas oven would wave her wand and transform the jiggling cubes into toothsome bites of savory soy.

Alas; no amount of kitchen wizardry can transfigure silken tofu into regular ol’ tofu, and the cubes were as quivery as ever when I removed them from the oven. I ate them, but reader, I did not enjoy them. It took a shameful amount of time for me to realize that I could not ignore the word “silken” on the front of the package and assume that all “extra firm” tofu was the same thing.

Five years later, I consider myself much more knowledgeable. I can recognize tofu that’s been frozen, tofu that’s been pressed… and tofu that’s from a little aseptic package.

Is there something you do in the kitchen that you know you’re not supposed to (knives in the dishwasher, soap on cast iron, etc)?

Well, I can get a little lazy when it comes to certain types of cleaning—if I used a measuring cup for some soy milk, for example, I might just rinse it with water instead of washing it with soap. It just seems like overkill to go through alllll the trouble of turning the faucet to “hot,” pumping some dish soap on a washcloth, and scrubbing away at a single barely used measuring cup. Ugh. (I’m pretty cleanly otherwise, I swear!)

Also, I put some of our crappier knives in the dishwasher, because they are crappy and I don’t really care.

I have been known to eat food that had mold growing on it. Not the actual mold, ew.

Let’s move on.

What’s your favorite accidentally vegan product?

Honestly? Oreos. I know—potential bone char sugar, super processed, questionable corporate ethics… mmhmm. Got it. It’s not like I buy them every month, but damn it, sometimes you’re on a late-night grocery run with your man and you want a snack to eat while you get home and binge watch The West Wing and you just do not feel like baking. In situations like that, I do not hesitate to pick up a package of Oreos. They go great with almond milk.

What’re your answers to any/all of these questions? What are you doing on this Sunday?