I blame the Berenstain Bears.
Lately, these books about Mama, Papa, Brother and Sister Bear are all the rage with the youngest members of my family. In general, this is okay with me. Usually there’s some sort of valuable lesson learned (The Berenstain Bears and too much junk food, The Berenstain Bears and the bully, etc.).
But in at least 3 books, either Brother or Sister Bear have a “bad dream” that involves crying out for Mama Bear who runs in to snuggle and provide warm milk.
So last night Miss Rae says to me, “I hope I don’t have a bad dream tonight! And if I do, I will call out for you!”
“Okay.” I replied. What am I supposed to say? No?
Sure enough, like clockwork, 4:30 am hits and the cries of my baby girl were heard throughout the house.
“I had a bad dream! About porcupines!”
Suspicious at best. If only warm milk would’ve solved this problem. I never went back to bed for reasons that involved a woken up brother, a little girl who had to go potty and my burning anger.
Here’s the thing. If I actually believed that she had a bad dream about porcupines, I would be very sympathetic. No parent wants their child to be scared over quilled mammals!
But I think she was pulling my leg.
Fast forward to tonight. I had some tofu that needed to be used.
I pulled out my handy tofu press (love this) and decided that I should do a honey roasted tofu. You know, in honor of the Berenstain Bears.
I pressed, diced and marinated in a super simple marinade: 2 TBS honey, 2 TBS Bragg’s liquid aminos, 2 TBS olive oil, 1 tsp minced garlic and a sprinkle of salt.
Broiled for 5 minutes, broiled for 5 more. So crazy good. And I thought, ooh…this is perfect for the blog! I’ll totally post this recipe!
Until I realized…I’ve already posted a honey tofu recipe…3 short months ago…my Cumin Honey Tofu and it’s basically the same thing…am I losing my mind?
No. I’m losing my sleep. And the blame has been cast.
This cute face? How could I?
Nope. I blame those bears.