One of my favorite things about being a young person without kids is the ability to give up dinner if I want to. No one is going to be mad if I don’t make a full three-course meal; if I want to have popcorn for dinner, I’m not hurting anyone.
I was lucky enough to be able to eat roasted chickpeas for dinner last night. Yeah, I know, that doesn’t sound too appealing, but hear me out. These little legumes were tossed with olive oil, garam masala, cayenne and salt, turning an otherwise-ordinary vegetable into an incredibly poppable snack. Continue reading
I have a hard time with chickpeas. You know, the little round beans you get out of a can? They taste like nothing? Sometimes you throw them on a salad, then wonder how they got there? Those. Something about the texture has never particularly appealed to me, and since they don’t really add much flavor to anything, I’ve pretty much avoided them outside of hummus.
But we’re on a budget at our house, a tighter one as we revamp our savings and pay for a wedding. That means we’re cutting down on the amount of meat we eat while still looking for healthy, hearty meals that taste amazing. Not too tall of an order, right?
So, I don’t endorse the Super Bowl. Cynics would say that this is because Buffalo sports teams crack under pressure, and what’s the fun of a tournament if 1) your team isn’t in it, and 2) even if they were, they would never win anyway?
I digress. The real reason I resent the Super Bowl is because it’s probably two hours of the most high-budget, incredibly creative commercials on television, interrupted by two hours of a game I don’t entirely understand. Yes, first down this, field goal that; bring back the E-Trade Baby, that’s what I say.