Quinoa
Quinoa is the bomb. Or it's more like teensy little bombs that once boiled, explode and release these cute little curly Q's. It's yummy, nutritious and has a gentle nutty flavor, like brown rice or something. Thus, no one in my family likes it but me. Party poopers.
I have tried to prepare it several different ways, plain, with a southwestern twist, and formed into fried cakes. They never like it. "It tastes like crunchy dirt." My four year old would know, I am pretty sure she has eaten crunchy dirt.
Maybe, just maybe, if I try one of these recipes, my family will actually eat quinoa...doubt it.
Wait, wait, I know, let's douse it slimy sauce, add chicken...
Then sprinkle it with peas. (At my house, peas stand on their own. They are never, ever sprinkled over anything)
Perhaps I am going about quinoa entirely the wrong way. I thought of it as a savory food, but perhaps if I add fruit...(cute fork!)
Ah, no. This blogger will be receiving an owl from the Department of Tragic Misuse of Otherwise Tasty Fruits.
I did find this cute little pin on Pinterest, so perhaps I ought to keep it simple.
