Thursday 13th October 2011
I’m embarrassed to say that lentils were never part of my diet when I was a vegetarian. Probably the single most associated produce to vegetarianism & they never passed my lips.
Shame on me. 😉
Before I became a veggie however, I ate them under duress.
When I was 11 years old my parents went into business for themselves. It was a huge undertaking which meant working away at weekends. Most of the time my sisters & I were happy to travel with them & take full advantage of the country life but sometimes, if we were lucky, my sister, Jane, & I got to stay at my Uncle & Auntie’s house for the weekend.
Everything was different at their house. They were (& still are 😉 ) 10 years younger than my parents which meant that they grew up in a very different decade. A decade where travelling the world was more important than getting your foot on the property ladder & when two-meat-and-veg meals were replaced by brown rice & lentil. They were hippies basically. Or the closest I’d ever come to free-living, kaftan wearing, ‘Joy of sex’ owning bohemians. Jane & I loved it there. Uncle Joe was fun, youthful, a bit crazy & virtually the only extended family member we had any kind of relationship with.
Happy days. 🙂
My Auntie Jennifer was, by all accounts, a very good cook. Something that completely went over our heads as we were served up delights straight from the vegetarian bible ‘Moosewood Cookbook‘.
Living up to the cliché, I do remember eating brown rice for the first time at their house & of course, lentils. Jane & I both thought they were weird (the food, that is. Not Jenny & Joe. 😉 ) but we survived to tell the tale & I, personally, would like to think that if it wasn’t for being given that ‘weird food’ 30 years ago, I wouldn’t be using it today.
Thanks Jen. 🙂