Lentils, lentils, lentils. Oh, how I love them! But seriously, they sure do know how to cause problems in my house—strife and anguish, tears and bellyaching, much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Like I said, problems.
Nobody but me really likes them. Oh, they’ll all eat them, though only with the natural consequences clearly outlined: you may not have any more food, AND THAT INCLUDES DESSERT, till you eat your lentils. This is our general rule, no surprises here, but I have to repeat it several times, with painstaking enunciation, for it to sink in.
What’s up with these people? Did they not come from my very own womb? Did I not eat enough lentils while they were in my womb? (I’m not talking about my husband here—though all my children have thought, at one point or another, that he came from my belly, too.)
(And by the way, the Baby Nickel has a specific idea of where each of the kids sprouted in my body. He says that he came from down low, right about the spot of my c-section scar, that Sweetsie came from my tummy, that Miss Beccaboo materialized somewhere in my lungs, and that Yo-Yo came out of my shoulder, or maybe my neck. It’s rather humbling to see the world through my children’s eyes. I am a vessel and nothing more.)
In any case, my approach to lentils is much like my approach to shoofly—I am convinced that at some point they will fall deeply and madly in love with the little legumes and so I doggedly continue to serve them. And again, as with the shoofly, Mr. Handsome is a major stumbling block. Oh, he’ll eat lentils when I serve them (and he acts—most of the time—like a big boy at the table, chewing politely and talking about other things), and he even takes the leftovers in his lunch some days (after I level him with my beady eyes and hiss that he has no other lunch options), but he’s not ga-ga over them.
You’d think that after living in Nepal and Thailand for several months he’d have a little bit of affection for the lowly legume, but he does not. He remains totally aloof, even while I’m mounding the rice and lentils onto my plate, shoving tremendous mouthfuls into my mouth and then collapsing back into my chair, eyes rolling heavenward as I savor the luxurious flavors. He’s one cool cucumber, that man.
To me, lentils are pure comfort food (as is pasta, red beans, buttered toast, popcorn, salsa, granola, tomato soup, and baked corn, so maybe that’s not saying much). I made a batch of them last week during the middle of the stomach bug attack (that I have still managed to successfully evade—three cheers for the SQUIRREL! technique), and I ate them several days straight, once even for breakfast. I served them to a friend who came for lunch and she gave them high praise and ate seconds (as did her kids, lucky woman).
So ignore the wails of my children and the suppressed sighs of my husband and make these lentils. They’ll transport you heavenward, far away from the suffering of the other family members, and that’s gotta be worth something, no?
And one more thing. Please tell me this: what is your favorite way to make curried lentils? I need more ways to torture my children.
Inspired from the collection of lentil recipes in Extending the Table
*If you like your lentils hot, feel free to add some minced jalapeno, cayenne pepper, or hot sauce.
*You can see from the pictures that I added a small white potato, too.
*Swap the spinach for other greens, like chard or kale.
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 medium onion, diced
4 cloves garlic, minced
2 tablespoons ginger root, minced
1 teaspoon cumin
2 teaspoons curry powder
1-2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
2 cups dried lentils, rinsed
1 large sweet potato, medium dice
1 10-ounce package spinach, fresh or frozen, roughly chopped
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice, plus wedges for garnish
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro, plus more for garnish
Put the lentils in a saucepan with five cups of water and simmer till tender.
While the lentils are cooking, saute the onion, garlic, and fresh ginger in the olive oil. When they are translucent (but not browned), add the cumin, curry, and salt and cook for another minute, stirring frequently. Add the potato, spinach, and one cup of water and simmer, covered, till the potato is fork-tender.
Add the lentils (including the liquid, though most of it should have already been absorbed) to the vegetables and heat through. Stir in the cilantro and lime juice and taste to correct seasonings.
Serve the lentils over rice, with a flurry of cilantro on top and a wedge of lime alongside.
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MAC, You're going to MAKE it for me? Heck yeah!
No, I've never run into anyone else who has the same reaction to curry that I do. But I can't even stand to take a whiff of it. And, doncha know, so many luscious sounding recipes have curry as a seasoning. Oh, well, not a biggie. I have no trouble stuffing nearly anything else in my mouth with no ill side effects.
Wait, I was going to make it for you! I like French (blue/green) lentils b/c they don't go mushy like the others… they seem to stay al dente, sort of. I can't seem to paste the recipe here. I'll send an email and you can forward it on…
A Cornish pasty is what the Cornish miners used to take down into the mines. It's a half-moon shape savory meat pie with cubed beef, potato, onion, and swede. With good seasonings it is amazing. Story is that the wives would make a partition in the pasty and stuff a quarter of the thing with fruit (apple, peach) so the miner could eat his still-warm lunch and work his way to dessert. O yum.
MAC, What is Cornish pasty? Like ThyHand, I'm eager to get your lentil recipe. I'm ready.
You Can Call Me Jane
JJ, Once you get that recipe from MAC, I would love to have it- it sounds wonderful. Or, MAC, if you feel so inclined, could you send it to me? Thanks, ladies:-).
Mama Pea, A headache from curry? That's odd—or is that more common than I realize?
Dr. P, You eat the lentils plain? With no rice alongside? In any case, it sounds delicious. (I'll be sure to clue you in when I figure out what is wrong with my family.)
Chowgirl and Beth, Thank you!
Isaacswife, We don't make the kids finish all their food or sit at the table till they do—instead, we just set the food aside on the counter and they can come finish it later when/if they get hungry. However, if they don't eat their first course at meal time, then they don't get to eat anything else later on in the day. (And I don't let them eat their leftovers too close to the next meal.) That's just a brief rundown of our meal policy—there are many variables, of course.
The Rowdy Chowgirl
Mmm, looks delicious! I just found your blog and I'm loving it-looking forward to reading everything.
Okay, I must make you a lentil dish that the kids will love. Or else. This is possibly the favorite family meal, next to pesto pizzas and Cornish pasty.
I have 25lbs of French lentils in the pantry and 20lbs of brown basmati rice and lots of feta cheese and thyme in the garden and cumin in the pantry so… be ready.
Following Nicholas' theory, maybe John was made from a rib in your side?
I love lentils. Nothing lowly about them. Every weekend, I cook a 2 lb bag with salt only, store in the refrigerator to be nuked with a little olive oil throughout the week. What's wrong with your family?
curious. if they dont eat it, do they have to stay at the table till they do or they can just without food…. having a child soon to be of age whether or not they can eat has me in a dilemma about what to do….
it's fun to run around blogland and find out that someone was making the same thing as I was for dinner…or almost the same thing! My lentils did not taste as good as yours look! I'm going to copy your recipe down right now! thanks!
Love your blog! You're so fun to read! I smile everytime.:)
I'm with you, girl. Love those lentils! I won't try your recipe in this post though 'cause I can't eat curry. Gives me a splitting headache. Is that silly, or what? But I just can't tolerate it. (Even thinking about it makes me feel a little wonky.)
My favorite (well, maybe . . . almost . . . I think) lentil recipe is Kusherie. Adapted from a Mennonite cookbook, "More-with-Less Cookbook" which I wouldn't be surprised if you are familiar with. No?