Tofu train wreck LA freeway style
So i am not that good in the early morning. Often this is because i also went to sleep in the early morning also. It seems ever since i was told i was going to be phased out of tofu, the amount of tofu i do in a week is greater. At 6:30 AM i get into the hut and i am dragging a bit. Trays is the shortstop of the production line. Our Kettle people are the heart beat, but they are structurally faster than trays and trays needs to hustle to keep barrels of soy milk from filling the middle of the hut waiting.
But by 8:30 AM i am moving. i am singing, i am spinning, i am spraying water. i am draining whey and hustling trays. i am doing my little dance steps to the music. I am awake, alive and part of this impressive small production group that will make 1200 lbs of tofu happen today. Except then the power cuts out and everything shuts down.
If you have never been on the LA freeways, there is nothing quite like it to compare it to, at least in my experience. You are zipping along at 70 mph on these 6 or 8 or more lane roads, often hundreds of feet over the earth, then suddenly everything stops. You can’t tell why you are suddenly in a giant parking lot or when you will ever be free of it. That was how tofu felt this morning, like we were going to get to there on time and then suddenly – wait, we have no idea when we will move again.
So we did the only reasonable thing we could do, we went sledding.