As I spent Sunday afternoon in the kitchen puttering about attempting an ambitious meal in too little designated time, Ciara contributed her dicing and conversational skills to help the process along.
We discussed what she would make for her first meal, which would include kick-ass tofu from her mom's collection of tofu recipes.
"Wow, is your mom vegetarian?" I asked.
"No," Ciara shrugged. "She's just Japanese."
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