Mapo Dofou
One man's comfort is another man's. . . .
Not sure. Anyway, I am sure that this dish is one of mine--even if the name means something like "pockmarked grandmother's tofu." Doesn't sound very promising, eh? My grandmother steered clear of smallpox. And Baptists. But that's another story.
Anyway, I'm crazed about Mapo Dofou. It's one of those go-to meals around here. Because of the wedding.
Mine, to be exact. Bruce and I were officially married this past weekend. Nothing big: just the two of us, a rabbi, her partner, and some homemade gravlax with cream cheese on rye toast for brunch. You see, I've now been married four times. Three of them to the same person: Bruce. What am I, Elizabeth Taylor? First, a commitment ceremony in Maine in 1999, then a legal civil union in Connecticut in 2007, and now this legal, full-blower marriage. Whew. Bring on the diamonds--and the comfort food.
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