Truce

I'm about to write something that will shock two people. My mom will be delighted and my brother Ian will be disgusted. Are you ready?

I cooked lentils for dinner.

I think this means that I'm officially a grown-up. And you know what, it was good. Peter was reluctant to try it, but once he had a bite he smiled and said, "Oh, that's good."

How have I been able to push past my extreme and deep-seated loathing for all things lentil? It's pretty simple actually. I really don't like spending money and lentils are cheap. I wish I could say that my impetus was something more noble like wanting to feed my family this nutritional powerhouse, but no, it's because they don't cost much.

Also, I've been trying to gather good information on food storage (what kind of food stores well, how much food we need for each person in our family for three months and for a year, any suggestions would be swell) and lentils pop up fairly often on the lists of suggested foods. We've been building our food storage for a little while now (nothing spectacular, mostly rice, beans, and flour) (I know it should probably be wheat, and I even know how to use wheat, we're just not quite to that level of food storage awesomeness yet) and I've been looking to branch out a little.

Lentils, I declare a truce. I will no longer loathe you if you can continue to not taste gross. Deal?