"Over rated." That was my thought about quinoa. I had tried it once, in a recipe, and I didn't like it. I had no need to try it again. Despite the fact that I had a decent supply of uncooked quinoa in my pantry. "Understated." "Under estimated." That's my new thoughts about quinoa. My boy cherub really likes quinoa. The other day, I was making a dinner the girl cherub had asked for and I thought, "I'll make pasta for those who want it and quinoa for my boy cherub." But when I told everyone of the plan, they all wanted quinoa. Except me. But I wasn't willing to mess up to pots just to make me pasta. So I made the quinoa and had every intention of just "dealing with it." I placed all the ingredients on the counter for everyone to make their own quinoa bowl. I was excited. Not. Quinoa. Roasted tomatoes. Roasted peppers and zucchini. Smoked chicken. Caramelized onions. Wilted
"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness."