I Don’t Really Even Like Lentils
It finally happened. Last weekend I threw away the half gallon of dried lentils I’ve had in my cabinet for about two years. I am ready to admit: I’m not going to eat them. When I bought those lentils I wanted to be someone who likes lentils. One who remembers to bring their own mason jar to the coop to buy them in bulk and has the jars weighed and labeled. But these days, that’s not who I am. We don’t have the time. Or the space. Getting home at dinner time makes slow dinners too hard for now. And I’m totally okay with that. I’m ready to have a little more room in my cabinet. I’m ready to admit I don’t really even like lentils. I am ready to get organized for who I actually am and not just who I wanted to be.