I used to find couscous about as appealing as a mouthful of hot sand. Somehow, food manufactures managed to create a product both mushy and dry simultaneously, with a flavor profile lingering between corrugated cardboard and sawdust.
It’s so easy to blame a faceless corporate entity for my couscous contempt.
I’ve changed though!
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A pile of green carrot tops formed next to the cashier at the farmers market. They had been summarily removed from their lanky roots like some kind of ritual beheading. I declined the procedure, adamant about finding a use for the lush fronds.
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Rarely is there truth in spam mail. But then I got an intriguing email from “White Kidney” with the subject line, “The Bean With The Answers.” I gave this a bit of thought and realized that yes, White Kidney, you ARE the bean with the answers. You are the bean with the answers to what I am going to cook for dinner.
You are also the bean that I have stashed in my freezer.
It’s going to be cold, grey and generally the way it’s supposed to be in the Northeast in February. And I want to cuddle up with a White Kidney.
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