I wish I thought of lentils more. Not just in my day dreams alongside Brad Pitt in a skimpy apron, but when I’m making grocery lists & attempting easy week night recipes. For some reason I have a mental block against them, like long division & dark chocolate. I’m sure there is some Freudian explanation, like I I’m really just pretending to like them & my subconscious knows it, or my great aunt Betty didn’t love me enough as a child, or I associate them with all that dang long division.
Middle Eastern
Hummus
After making such a splendid batch of pesto it seemed like a royal shame to have it sit alone in the fridge without a playmate. Being the generous and obliging soul I am, I decided that hummus would be a fitting companion. So I went to work. And do you know what I discovered? Do you know what hit me over the head like a drunken polar bear as I licked my greedy little fingers clean of chick-pea delight? This simple beast is not so simple. It’s a real JERK sometimes.
I can never seem to imitate it, and that scares me.