Confessions of a Quinoa Hater

I buy organic, free range eggs.

I make my own bread.

I simmer bone broth with apple cider vinegar to draw out the minerals from the bones, and if I could have dinner with three people, living or dead one of them would be Sally Fallon.  For sure.

I daydream about a loft in the west village, with abnormal access to rooftop veggie gardens.  And possibly a hen or two.

I've cut my flour and sugar intake by half, leaving room for the soft crumb of an occasional, artisanal loaf and I'll throw all bets out the window for one bite of a well made Kouign Amann.  Oh, Paris.......sigh.

And I hate, hate, hate. Quinoa.  I have tried  every variety of recipe I can muster. Savory, sweet, with vinegar, stirred in soups, made into burgers, covered in cheese.  It still tastes and looks like little, bitter bugs to me.  Yes, I rinse it before cooking.  I think it needs a power-washing.

This hidden distain has mocked my efforts to support a traditional diet from the sidelines so I've let it slide, unnoticed.

Until now.

I share this with you today in hope that you'll have the strength to own up to something this morning.

Are you a vegan who occasionally indulges in a piece or two of bacon?

May you find a place with no condemnation.

Are you wearing fake Toms?

Do you exaggerate your job title?

Rest easy in knowing you are not alone.

It feels so much better to tell the truth.