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Come On Baby Light My Fire Curry Tofu Scramble

Ever since my last (obnoxiously difficult)* bike ride to India Sweets and Spices, I have been jonesing for Indian food on the daily.  The problem with my style when it comes to cooking Indian, is that I haphazardly toss in every spice in my kitchen without regard to measurements.  Ok, it’s not really a problem until the time comes to write down my ‘recipe.’  Unless you count, “Ummm throw in some like coriander.  Like a little. And then a little more until it smells real nice,” as a recipe – then I think we’re all at a loss here.  So I’m going to do my best to explain what happened on my spicy Indian tofu morning adventure as coherently as possible.



1 block extra-firm silken tofu

1 T canola oil

1 large white onion, chopped int 1/2 in pieces

2 cloves garlic, minced

1 t ginger, minced

1/2 C brocolli

1/2 C frozen peas

1 pre-grilled red pepper

2 T curry powder

1 T garam masala

1 t cumin

1/2 t cayenne pepper

2 T soy sauce

1 t turmeric


  • Get out your big ole favorite skillet and heat the oil.  Add onion, and toss until coated.
  • Throw in your garlic and ginger too.  Continue to heat onion, ginger, and garlic on a medium-high flame until onion appears slightly transluscent.  Don’t burn this stuff because burnt garlic is nasty.
  • Add brocolli, peas, and peppers to the pan and toss until everything is slightly glistening from the oil.  Sautee veggies for about 2 minutes.
  • Crumble the tofu into the pan, and stir until the tofu crumbles are incorporated into the vegetables.
  • Add the curry powder, garam masala, cumin, soy sauce, cayenne, and turmeric, tossing to cover everything in the pan.
  • Sautee for another 3 minutes or so, until the tofu just begins to get a hint of a toasty color.
  • Serve that mess up with some roti! Or a dosa – even better.  Mmmm.  Someone make me a masala dosa.  NOW.

* Los Angeles, WTF.  Seriously, where are your bike lanes?  Why do all the sidewalks on Los Feliz Blvd. end abruptly with a foot-and-a-half drop-off?  Why do you hate happiness so much?  I get that a 35 MPH zone really means drive as fast as you can possibly go, but damn.  Chill out, people in cars.  We’re all trying to get to the same Indian grocer in the sky.