Sausage, chard and lentil soup


Sometimes, I think I should rename this blog, “Things I tried to feed my husband.” It’s a long list, and each item on it has been received with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Kil’t kale, for example, was immediately embraced and adapted to work with the metric crap-ton of chard I grew in our garden this summer. The white bean, ham and leek soup has been in regular rotation since the first time I made it, because it’s so easy, inexpensive, and hard not to like.

But a lot of other things I’ve made over the past few months since posting have utterly failed. I made a zucchini rice gratin from Smitten Kitchen that was delicious, but immediately rejected. I bought some amazing kielbasa at a farmer’s market only to realize that apparently the man I married has no Polish blood in his veins. None. (Who is this man?!)

All this is by way of halfway explaining why I haven’t been posting, because I have been assuming that if my husband doesn’t like something, you won’t, either. But you know what? I don’t think that’s true. Mostly because I fell in love with this soup, while he pretty much refused to eat it. Lentils, apparently, not being an acceptable source of protein.    Continue reading


Blueberry-Balsamic Lentil Salad

lentil salad 2 gluten-free vegan

I was spoiled for my first few years in the professional world. Though I was perpetually broke, I worked in the middle of a small town where cheap and delicious food with real ingredients abounded. Fresh wraps, salads, even Thai food were easily accessible, and when I was feeling desperate, there was always a full grocery store within walking distance, if I cared to walk. When I ate lunch, I usually ate out.

Then, I started working further away from the downtown core (such as it was), and started bringing my lunch less and less. This week, I start another job in an industrial area with almost no options, and certainly none within walking distance. And, as you know, with a new job comes uncertainty — how do other people do it? Do they bring lunches? Do they make the 10-minute drive into the next town? What are the expectations?

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