Good news for a change: My mom actually enjoyed the last batch of Lentils which I made bland - just the holy trinity of Carrots, Celery, and Onions (.. and ... shhhh - a few cloves of garlic on the down low.)
Thank you for sharing this great secret with me. I am sure my sister may have once mentioned (maybe not specifically lentils) ... she is well aware of the delicate [tense] situation between our Mom and myself when it comes to difficulties planning something we both might enjoy. Mom's fetish with SQUARE MEALS (in robotic and time-controlled fashion to the micro-maximum degree).
I had not discovered black-eye peas until incarcerated at age 19. My mom never made them, ever. Lots of potatoes, carrots, { not complaining at all about the carrots and potatoes } and [mostly] chicken. I think maybe going to jail ::&and&:: learning to LOVE the black-eye peas that others would not be interested in had been a blessing then, to me. To love such a bean IS the blessing, to develop a taste, respect, and appreciation for them ... even in the midst of so many others looking upon them as unworthy to be transformed into poop.
[note: poop is a mother-word, as opposed to the more scientific DUNG]
The fact that my mom::grand-daughter (
) enjoys it when I make it bland, it will relieve much strife in the house, since I already LOVE it. She's even bending to celebrate how appropriate pancakes [flapjacks] can be for dinner, then the next morning left-over for her. I'm adjusting to her, and she is having to give me a little more slack as far as PECK-PECK-PECKing on me. Ridiculous, comical, stressful.
It is a great miracle, really, that my mom enjoyed the lentils, carrots. I have found the longer I can go throughout the day before "breaking fast," even if I am up early, the deeper is my appreciation for them. Eating outside in hot bowl with cold outdoors cools it off quick and I can even WOLF it down.
I was making them for myself, but the mother is definitely prejudiced against beans due to gastritis FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTAAATT
When I made 2 pounds separated into two pots, I was able to freeze most. She likes it, and that is a relief because I get piissed off when she spits food out on her plate (that she can't chew). I try not to waste food, she throws pasta away. [no wonder the sum of our weights is < 230 pounds]
I have some jokes I "sing" in the grocery store: "Dizzy in Amerikaaa ... (dizzy with hunger)" --- Ask a spiritualist if George Carlin thinks it's "appropriate for this audience" to joke about hunger.
AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT YOU'RE OWN HUNGER
and how you cope with it, as we each .. [[[[ you mean real hunger ? ]]]]
when the throat closes? OK. Joke about being hungry and dizzy, no problem.
Joke about the way most animal life in the natural state dies? Maybe we ought to. It might decrease the anxiety we have about death, security, food storage, waste ... Maybe we can live on beans. more or less, and just have to observe the gorts chase the craap they don't need and can't afford unless they sell themselves into slavery or kneel at the temple of Mammon, or whatever the mall-rats call their God.
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I got the dollor store blues .... ifin' you lean more in the direction of blue grass.