Eastside Road, Healdsburg, March 23, 2009
THEY WERE ALWAYS garbanzos when I was a kid, I suppose because Dad grew up in Bisbee Arizona. I can't get used to the word "chickpeas." But I love them, even canned ones, which we don't eat that often any more. Tonight Lindsey cooked dried ones, as usual; cooked the Basmati rice as usual, then sweated a diced onion in oil, added a teaspoon of ground cumin, salt, and the garbanzos; then the grated zest of a lemon; then a handful of spinach leaves and cooked that until the spinach was wilted. Rice in the bowls, vegetables served over it.
Cheap Pinot grigio
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