|Off with his head!|
Random food thoughts for the day:
1) Why, when I made a curried lentil soup on FRIDAY does my kitchen still smell like an Indian restaurant? Which by the way, was delicious!! It sounds strange; red lentils with curry, ghee, tomato paste and raisins, but it worked. You know, it's one of those weird things, my whole life I turned my nose up at the idea of curry. "Um, ew." And I was thinking about this on Friday and I was like Why? Why would I have this notion if I NEVER HAD IT as a kid. And then it occurred to me. Ding! Ding! Ding! My mother. My mother, who is going to make a comment the second she walks into my house tomorrow at the lingering scent of curry (you watch), who I'm pretty sure has never actually HAD curry in her entire life, despises it. More like despises the idea of it. Which makes me really glad that I'm my own person, because curry is delicious. And whoever that old boyfriend was who introduced me to it (you know who you are Mr. I-live-on-a-boat-and-I'm-all-off-the-grid-and-cool) I do thank you.
P.s. here's the above recipe, courtesy of the talented and always reliable Heidi Swanson
Coconut red lentil soup
2) Now you may or may not know this about me, but I never had much of a sweet tooth. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my share of confections for sure, but I could easily go out to dinner and not order dessert, or need that sweet bite on the couch before bed. However, something changed in my chemistry since I've been pregnant. Especially since my second pregnancy, which basically raised my sugar addiction to a pre-diabetic level. I am a total sugar-holic. I crave it and I appease the craving with abandon. Last night alone I had four, FOUR cream puffs, even after offering one to Bryan who declined and made my inner fatty really happy. I eat danishes now in lieu of breakfast, pack away a row of Oreos and horde chocolate bars like they're the last food on earth. Which brings me to the question of the century. How did I manage to birth and raise a child who ate only the head off a Peep before deeming he was "All done!" And when he was presented with his Easter basket on Sunday he forgoed a bag of M&M's for... wait for it.... a HARD BOILED EGG.
and 3) Something is stinking up my fridge with a vinegary like smell. There is literally nothing in there that has gone off, I've combed it inside and out. And yet, there it is.
Have a nice Tuesday everyone.