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Tofun: n. Fun with tofu

So this week has been all about tofu – hear me out guys, it’s a wonderful ingredient. Half a cup of tofu contains only 100 calories, compared to about 350 calories for the same amount of ground beef – you do the math. That said, I’m pretty sure I ended up eating about 5x the amount of tofu than I would have if I was eating meat because it’s basically like eating air because it’s so damn delicious!

Here is a picture of my now famous tofun asian stir fry.


It looks like shit I know, but it was actually delicious. All you do is take extra-firm tofu, drain it for 10 minutes and add it to a stir fry 5 minutes before the vegetables are done cooking. Make sure to add water chestnuts for some calorie-free texture. Overall calories, depending on the sauce, is about 300 calories. Yay. If you’re not too bothered about calories then add some cashews. A much more fancy version of the dish can be found here.

Here are some other tofun recipes I enjoyed making:

Baked tofu bites – these are a great idea as the sesame seeds add some texture to the sometimes-soggy tofu

Tofu breakfast scramble – no mornin’ like a tofun mornin’

Tofu coffee cheesecake – ok I didn’t get to make this, but it looks pretty jizzy

There you go guys, tofun!

Fat, thin, fat

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You know it’s time to go on a diet when your friend sits you down over salt beef to tell you ‘as a friend’ that you need to lose weight. Two weeks ago another friend asked me if I had figured out how to change the resistance on my exercise bike and my grandma has started to call me chazzer-chops (yiddish translation: fat shit). Anyway, today is day 1 and I’m hoping that this blog will become a fun by-product of my shitty diet.

Annoyingly i’ve done this all before. When I was 17 I weighed in at a hefty 21 stone… I caught a stomach bug whilst clubbing in Zante (I blamed the dodgy halloumi, greek boys and tanning oil), lost a stone and decided to carry on for another 2 years. I ended up weighting 13 stone at the age of 20. I was beautiful, springy, full of energy and didn’t give a shit about food. I ate to live…. didn’t live to eat.

Me at 17 and then 20 –


However, it all went tits-up when I fell in love. You know how it is… fancy restaurants here, banana pancakes there. Boom – it all becomes about food again. Combined with giving up a 25-a-day smoking habit, I’m back at 17 stone. After deciding that I couldn’t start smoking again or dump my boyfriend, it seems that an old-fashioned diet is my only way forward. Great.

Let the games begin!

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