I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Tofu

In summertime, the culinary desires of our household split into two distinct parties:

Party One: The Charred Meat Party (R.)

Party Two: Farmer's Market Lust Party (A.)

Lets hope that--unlike our current government's feuding--there is room on the grill for all.

The Bean finds herself smack in the middle. Yet, there remain signs that my influence? brainwashing? at her early ages is already reaping rewards. Warning: we are about to discuss proteins shaped into the hot-dog shape. For you purists and raw-food enthusiasts, look away.

As she examined the Sabrett hot dogs I purchased this week for R, she insisted, "Mommy, I want tofu ones! Tofu, Mommy, tofu!"