Having been a tofu manufacturer for eight years in South Australia gave me some
wisdom, crisis, regrets, insanity, good products, sense of success, sense of
failure, and now more than twenty years after making my last batch of tofu
commercially I still wonder what it was that I was doing. It was not being a
single parent (male single parent at that) in rural Australia as a foreigner
(USA citizen) trying to have enough money to survive, fighting in court with a
mother who seemed to just like fighting in court, bringing vegetarianism to a
meat loving country but there was something enjoyable about the experience. I
wrote a tofu cookbook, sold tofu throughout Australia, had dozens of products,
even more dreams/illusions than there are soybeans in a 50 kilo bag and somehow
managed to stumble through a weird set of years. Well that was the 1980s. Now
in 2011 the only thing left to do is create an ebook
about tofu. A combination of recipes, stories of survival (we moved our factory
seven times in those eight years from a purpose built factory in the city of
Adelaide to finally ending up in a dairy shed on a farm in Mt. Compass), tips
on how to make kids think the tofu they are having for dinner could be meat,
and some general philosophy. After all I did earn not only a BA, but a Master's
Degree, and finally a PhD so I suppose I should have something to philosophize
about.
This is my cover - perhaps a messy cover but it was a messy
experience;
cover for e-book tofu
again?