I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s day. I sure did, even with hubby out of town. I learned two things: First, tofu tastes like nothing, but feels kind of like meat when you eat it. Second, there are somethings I should simply embrace and not feel guilt for.
I don’t know if anyone out there eats tofu. I’ve never eaten it, but I do really enjoy making sushi, and I read on a website that tofu is a good ingredient to add. I decided to brave the ‘Uh-oh, there’s another one of those tofu-eating dolphin huggers’ looks at the grocery store and selected some extra firm from the tofu section.
Now it seems to me that with tofu, you either love it or hate it. I admit, when I pulled it from the package, it didn’t look that appetizing. Despite my interest in experimenting I waffled a bit, not wanting to ruin perfectly good sushi with the bland grey food product. My 9 year old son and I conferred (he’s a sushi aficionado, believe it or not) and we decided to chop some up and put it in a salad as a test run. The verdict–tofu has no taste. Zero, zip, nothing. But it ‘felt’ like we were eating chicken, which was kind of cool. Weird, but cool. In any event, both of us were glad we confined it to the salad rather than letting it merge with the nori and rice.
After our tofu experiment we went ahead and made sushi (sans tofu) and then I set the kids loose on the bright outdoors. I was looking forward to getting some writing done, seeing as I’d done absolutely nothing and the day was creeping into the south end of late afternoon. It was warm out and with all the huge dumps of snow, perfect weather to build a snow fort.
My two sons came to the door only moments after I bundled them up, asking me to come build with them. As I stood in the doorway, I could feel my WIP staring holes in my back. I really needed to work on it. With all my appointments and field trips in the previous day, I’d had no time for it then either. But as any mom knows, the guilt of the “Please, Mom?” has nothing on an unfinished story, so I suited up and started piling snow.
It was such a great time, and so fun to be working on a project with my boys–something they were excited about. As I looked down at my wet gloves and snow-filled boots, I realized that I should never let the guilt of not writing get in the way of my life. There will always be an unfinished manuscript, but only a set amount of “Please, Mom?” left before my two little monsters are all growed up.
So, get out there and have some fun. Go for a walk, laugh, build a snow fort. The work will always be there, but life will move on, with or without us.