I stared into the pantry cupboard. I turned to gaze at the open door of the fridge. A sigh of puzzlement. Back to the pantry. To the fridge. Pantry. Fridge. Pantry. Fridge. Ceiling. Oh, that would be me rolling my eyes in aggravation at not knowing what to make.
This is how most days start for me actually, unless I had a vision the night before and plan to bring it to life. Not for want of ingredients—definitely not stocked with all the goodies of a gourmet pantry but decently expansive most of the time—but rather I always begin the creative process this way. Staring blankly at a white page, at a new day, at an untouched kitchen. The directions are infinite, thus rendering my decision-making all the harder.
So anyway, one day in particular I took a gander at the plethora of lentils that G bought recently and figured it might be wise to start using some of them—but how?? Ergh… more thinking… what to do with all this stuff?? This stuff… stuff… Stuff!
And thus Stuffed bell peppers with lentils galore were born! Yeah yeah, cheesy transition, but cheesy I am. Continue reading