A couple days ago at work I received an email about a technical question. It was, as far as technical questions go, simple to answer and verify. But the story doesn’t stop there.
Within that email the word tchotchke was used. Tchotchke is a weird word to say, a weirder word to write, and a downright peculiar word to use in an email. As you can probably tell by now, I’m fascinated with this word and actively trying to incorporate tchotchke into emails, digital content, and performance reviews.
All this brings me to my dinner tonight – thank you beautiful wife who came home after work and prepared a delicious and healthy dinner – a dinner that included baked tofu.
Until my wife started preparing tofu, I considered tofu a decorative and regrettably edible piece of protein. I had some bad tofu experiences when I first started dating, you see, and because of those experiences, as well as the fact I’m OK with meat, tofu has since been a decorative and tasteless protein. A decorative trinket, or tchotchke.
Now, of course, I don’t collect or devour tofu tchotchkes. However my wife prepares tofu, it works. It’s tasty. I collect seconds.