I would always just cut a grapefruit into halves, sprinkle sugar and that would be it. Then I met my husband, and he took his grapefruit game to a whole new level. Something as delicate as separating individual pulps, and adding finely chopped cilantro, its not something you expect from him. He's more of the sloppy joes and pizza everyday, kinda guy.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but truth must be told. It's probably also not a good time, with round 2 (or is it round 3) of frigid cold sweeping the nation ,or maybe this might be just the time.
I used to eat badly. I mean krispy kreme donuts with a side of greasy burger bad. It wasn't once in a while bad. It was frequently bad food. The excuses were always the same. Residency...crazy hours...I can't study and eat healthy.
It was one of those weekends, were you give couch potato a whole new meaning. I am pretty sure, I've created permanent cheeks imprints on my couch. 10 night floats, followed by another 10. I may or may not have showered the last two days.
Growing up, I did not enjoy early springs. Exams looming ahead, peak allergy season and the worst, my parents' annual vegetable garden. They spent hours, trolling between home depot, nurseries and the backyard. Digging, sowing and basically what I refer as 'farming.' And it was always the same, opo squash (what the wha).
My daal is some what well known among our friends and family. I frequently get asked for the recipe. Most times though, my friends will either have hard time finding an ingredient or even lentils at their local grocery, and never get to try out my recipe.