It’s going to sound like a confession, and I guess it sort of is, but before this weekend I’d never eaten kale before. Maybe in soup, but never had I eaten a fistful of kale. I’ve always known how good it is for you, all super-packed with vitamins and minerals, but it just never jumped into my basket at the store.
It took a farmer’s market. We went to the Saturday market over at SW Park, making our way through the parade route. (We have an incredible talent for bumping into parades. We do it all the time, even on vacation.) I think it’s a little early in the season maybe for vegetables, but there were tons of flowers and plants, bakeries, and other food vendors. We picked up some giant heads of different lettuces, tomatoes, spring onions as long as my arm, and kale.
I removed only the toughest of the ribs, tore it up, and sauteed it with a little garlic, sea salt, and olive oil.
Tom was a little put off by the bitterness, but I didn’t mind it. We had some Trader Joe’s harvest grains (couscous, red quinoa, orzo, and baby garbanzo beans), so the flavors balanced out. And over to the side there is my new go-to guy, baked tempeh cubes.