Sunday, January 3, 2010
"What is this? Is it from that book?"
Anytime something unusual appears for dinner, the usual suspect is that book.
"It's couscous. It's a grain, and it's good."
I didn't have carrots and I left out the onion, but I thought it was good, anyway. James opted for rice that evening, but he said that if I hadn't given him the option he would have eaten more of the foreign substance. I brought the leftovers to the Thanksgiving feast at his work and received praise from those more familiar with couscous.