Couscous

So one time I knew this boy, who was the cutest boy I'd ever known without argument. So we used to go to lunch when we both lived in Utah and I was single and he was single, so we started to sort of date or whatever. Oh and he danced with me to Baby Baby by Amy Grant so everytime I hear that song I think of sweet daddy Curtis Lord...but I digress.

So we'd go eat at this fantastic indian restaurant and he'd always take a container of couscous to go. Plain, or if they had it, made with chicken broth. One time I tasted it while he had his take out container sitting in between us in his car and he was in getting me a huge diet coke (I know...sinful!) and anyway...yes, the couscous...so good.






So I've been an addict since, and it feels nice to admit it, frankly. It's little tiny bits of semolina or semoule if you're french, which I know most of you are not, fortunately. So bits of semolina that taste ricey, or pasta-y or something-y but I must tell you...get some, make it with butter and chicken broth and you've got exactly what I fed my baby 2 days in a row now for lunch. Incidentally, Casey has always been a fan. I think I actually have a clip of him at age 3 saying "mama make me couscous"...I will upload it sometime so you can hear it's rediculous cuteness.






Moral of the story:

I am neither Indian nor french, but couscous makes anytime party time!

That is all.