  bam wham i am having the most meaningless dinner, washed down with apple juice with pieces of aloe vera, just about the smartest thing the fruit juice company executives (and the chemists) have ever done for us. yes sir. just as a little warning to you, never never never buy a cookbook teaching you how to cook dishes with tofu like my mother did. never. because after you spend about $4 billion buying the thing, you actually have to cook the tofu dishes and (gasp) eat them (predictably to justify your conscience).
i'm having three tofu dishes now. not a joke. that said, my father once told me that the thai "hawker centres" (or whatever they call them) keep little containers of chilli padi for customers because snacking on everything with a big blob of chilli is such a big hobby there, and apparently big, snowy cubes of tofu go just fine with them. or maybe it's all a pack of lies because this chilli padi (and unwont amounts of light soy sauce) that is going with the fourth of the five tofu cubes i have to conquer today doesn't seem to have an effect on the taste at all.
that is, this tofu is totally tasteless. i am fearless, i say. you might frighten our 15000-strong poor Mr Tastebuds (they all share the same surname) from the Tongue Department, but wait till you meet mr Hydrogen Chlorine from the Stomach Department. just you wait. 
