Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Tales of a wannabe foodie: Put the down the fava beans


It's Tuesday, and at Black and Gray, that means step into the booth. Share your confession. To ease any uncertainity you might have, as your gracious host, I'll go first: I'm a wannabe foodie. The operative word here is 'wannabe.' Mister argues a real foodie actually cooks (I think about cooking), has a discriminating palate and knowledge of a variety of foods and flavors. Me, he says, I just like to eat.

He sounds like a snob, huh? He is, but he's my lovely personal snobbish cook so I suffer the insult. He feeds me pretty freakin' well, let me tell you. Mister likes his kitchen gadgets, and whenever he tells me about some new gadget he likes, I buy it for him. When baby gets a new gadget, I get another amazing meal. A win-win situation.


Back to me, the wannabe. Mister and I regularly grocery shop together. We are fortunate that we live in a neighborhood where diversity is no further than the corner. We have a favorite Chinese grocer within a block and a short walk downtown, there's a middle eastern store that carries foods representative of Egypt, India, Syria (moment to express my concern and prayers for the people of Syria) and a host of other smaller nations.

Last week, we're downtown getting items for dinner, and I was eyeing the many jars and cans of wonder when I was compelled to pick up a can of fava beans. Now I've been wanting to try this legume forever. Like a child with a newfound treasure, I ran up to Mister. He looked at me and said, “Baby, what are you going to do with fava beans?”


“I don't know. But...”

“Baby, exactly. You'll sit them on the shelf next to the bruschetta, fig spread, four bags of red lentils and the bulgar wheat.”

“I....” I stopped. Half stomped back to the shelf and put the beans where I found them.

Don't feel bad for me. I had a great chick pea, couscous and chard dinner. I forgot all about the favas I wasn't going to cook.

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15 comments:

  1. But maybe fava beans are really yummy and you come warm them up with a nice steak. Maybe.

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    1. Jennifer, well, one problem, I'm a veghead. And I'm sure in the near future we'll enjoy them. Thanks for reading.

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  2. goes well with liver and a nice chianti...i hear...
    (sucks teeth)
    bwahaha
    lol.

    must e really cool to live in such a diverse place as well...i have to hit the road to get my experience going beyond whitebread remade american (insert other culture here)...

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    1. Nut! Mister complains I made him move to Bedrock. In many ways it is, but our small patch happens to be home to almost 100 different cultures. You can't find all their food here but enough to keep us experimenting and enjoying.

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  3. Mmmm... I love couscous!!! I miss the diversity. I miss the lemongrass most of all. and the smells of Indian food. And a good shawarma. MMM... babaganoush. Ever since being in Mexico, I've been trying to really dive into the Mexican cuisine (have a great recipe for chicken enchilada verde - to die for) but really, all this country has is Mexican food! :) You have a foodie chef at home? He's a true keeper!

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    1. We're having Mexican tonight. lol

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    2. Oh, the Indian food, all regions and some vegan spots, too. I LOVE Indian food but then middle age hit, my bp spiked and the weight-well that amounted to less Indian food. Anything aloo is a win. Love daal, which I can actually make middle eastern style and I'm working to make an Indian inspired one, too. Yeah, he's a keeper.

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  4. Well, I'm having a pretty culturally diverse day for sure after reading your post. First off, I woke up being Mexican (like always), had a discussion with my daughter after she loudly asked why the people of eastern European decent in line in front of us at the grocery store were "speaking Spanish wrong," then we read a children's book about Paris before nap time (that's currently the place she's obsessed with wanting to go), now this post, and later I'm cooking souvlaki for dinner... Anyway, my hubby is a foodie too and I can cook but I'm not an adventurous eater. Lucky for you that you are! Sounds like it's a perfect thing to bond over.

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    1. Babies never fail to embarrass and crack us up. I became adventurous after I stopped eating meat. Yep, we talk a lot about food, nutrition, diet, culture and just having a good time enjoying a meal.

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    2. Just read your piece. My kind of poet: you got attitude and a Voice to carry it.

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    3. Well, thank you :) Looking forward to linking up again next week.

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  5. Ha! I am not really a foodie, though my children are and I understand the impulse. I genuinely love beans! What am I a wannabe -- writer I guess-- and I do write, but not with adequate time and focus. Agh! Have to hurry while I still have brain left. Thanks. k. (This is karin from http://manicddaily.wordpress.com) k.

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  6. As per usual (is that a saying?) I loved your post. Foodies actually cook? Oh no!

    I understand the foodie worlds (having close friends who worked for a time as line cooks in fancy restaurants, and having watched Martha, Top Chef, Julia Child, Jacques Pepin, and all the rest) but I don't really cook anymore because it's just me. In fact, right now, I feel the smartest invention ever has been prewashed bagged salad. Buy bags of salad, buy bags of baby spinach. Boiled egg or tin of tuna dumped on top. Whoo hoo, dinner made!


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    1. What? That's not cooking? lol I worked in the restaurants, watch all the shows and favorite date is dinner out.

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  7. I don't think I've ever eaten fava beans either, but I do love chickpeas. I cooked up some last night for dinner.

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