" She forks up a little nibble and wedges it in her mouth. " Yum," she croaks.Mrs. Wong looks pleased. " It's made with tofu." I can't resist. " Free-range tofu?" My mother looks over at me sharply. Mrs. Wong takes the bait. " Now, Cassidy, tofu isn't an animal," she chides. " It's soy bean curd. Soy bean curd doesn't need to roam free." On the floor below me, Emma lets out a little snort. I nudge her again with my foot. We're both grinning at the thought of a corral somewhere with little cubes of tofu wandering around. " Home, home on the range," I sing to her under my breath. " Where the deer and the tofu roam free... "