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Well, I decided to eat healthy for a couple of days and just made a nice chick pea stew, with lots of celery, onion, garlic, kale, and tomatoes
I do this regularly. Chickpea stew is delicious. I make a big pot and I don't have to worry about dinner for days.

The pressure cooker makes cooking them really easy.

My other cheat food are lentils. They also last for days and are even easier to cook.

I'm a vegetarian so no meats for me. Alongside peanut butter, chickpeas are staples. Beans are really good too but I can never cook them right. They always turn mushy.
 
One of my favorite quick meals is a thick concoction of black-eyed peas, onion, hominey, and green chili sauce. I have some cans of chickpeas I bought to bake and season for snacks. I should do that today.
 
I took a pic of my stew to send to my sister, so now I will share it with you

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Dried ones are much cheaper. The pressure cooker makes them soft in just fourty minutes. No need to soak, that's a myth.

I take short cuts wherever I can!

Can you believe I used to make my own pizza dough, too!
 
Can you believe I used to make my own pizza dough, too!
I can believe it. You seem crafty enough.

It's one of the few things I haven't figured out. I can't get it to be thin! Rather, even if I roll it out thinly, it puffs up quite a bit as the pizza bakes. I genuinely don't understand what I'm doing wrong. The "pizza" ends up being more like bread with cheese on top of it. Professionals get the dough to be thin and super soft. I know a pizza stone/steel is paramount but I doubt the lack of it is my specific problem.

I eat pizza sparingly because it's not exactly healthy. So, for those occasions where I feel like being unhealthy, I just order one. Making stuff at home only makes sense when a) they are better than store-bought and b) they are cheaper than store-bought.
 
In 1980s there was a variety of western supplies for remote Siberian railroad mega project. I was a kid and had enough of English learned to understand the labels. There was a bottled Canadian alcohol, and it had a small story explaining the origin of maple leaf symbol. It could be my false memory though, planted by my alcoholic uncle.

So, the story goes like this. Once back in history, there was difficult times for settlers. Men were returning to homes from some lumberjacking expedition and there was nothing to drink. Wives gathered maple leaves and used a press to extract the liquids to form an alcohol precursor. Thus, the crisis was averted and Canada celebrated the maples. The picture of press on a bottle label.

I realize that today, with internet and Wikipedia I can find the complete story. But there is nothing to confirm the story even remotely. I was believing this story for decades and even asked few Canadians in person if there exists national liquor based on maple, but no. I suspect that USSR supply chain had an international middleman somewhere, who faked the alcohol to appear as Canadian drink.
 
When my daughter was a teen, she got one of those chocolate cravings only women can understand. My husband went out to his shop (separate building from the house) and brought her a partial bag of M&Ms. She looked at it, looked at him, and said, "You've been holding out on me." He said, "If I hadn't, you wouldn't have chocolate now." She said, "Fair enough," and took her medicinal chocolate to her room.

I missed a box of vanilla wafers bout the same time. I asked my son if he'd eaten them. He said, "Nah, I'll bet they're in [his sister's] secret place." Yep. They were. I asked how he knew about the secret stash. He just grinned and said he knew "everything." I didn't pursue the matter, but was glad he wasn't inclined toward blackmail as a career.

I remember going hypoglycaemic and being forced to eat most of a sharebag of peanut M&Ms. Forced, I tell you.
 
If it was any more dense it'd be a black hole
Cut it up into little squares, season them with oregano and garlic, toast them in the oven, and call them Soul Death Croutons.

It's fine. Really. You just need a good story. If all else fails, find a friend who keeps chickens and make the chickens a gift.
 
I adore Anna Russell. Her version of Wagner's ring cycle was brilliant and saved many of us from listening to fifteen hours of Wagnerian thundering.

I just loved Anna Russell's Gilbert and Sullivan opera.

I'm not making this up, you know!

 
Another cold and blowy day. After two days of not leaving the house, I have to go out today
 
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