Grey.
Boring. Cloudy. Winter. Bland. Wishy-washy. Old.
If you tell me you didn’t think of any of that when I mentioned “grey,” you’re joking yourself.
Grey.
Boring. Cloudy. Winter. Bland. Wishy-washy. Old.
If you tell me you didn’t think of any of that when I mentioned “grey,” you’re joking yourself.
This blog was about breaking a culinary cycle โ curry, tacos, pizza.
But what if doing this blog meant finding a better way to do tacos?
About a year ago, Emily was out and I didn’t have a dinner plan. I scrolled through my Pepperplate app on my iPad, looking for something worth cooking, when I found something I’d tagged from my bachelor days: koshari.
So I hope you’re wondering why on earth I’m writing a blog about food from Cabo Verde.
After all, B comes before M in the alphabet, and I did Cambodia in the first round โ so what gives?
I feel like I undervalue the humble bean in my cooking. They’re so pretty to look at dried, and can taste great cooked even if they lose some of their aesthetic value. But I never try to grow my own beans; I don’t like to use canned beans but it’s a hassle to prep dried beansโฆ at the end of the day, seems like beans just end up taking up space in my pantry looking good and not doing much.