Dahl should probably be thicker; I'm just using the term for any kind of lentil mush. I cooked the lentils this afternoon, with some onion, carrot and tomato puree, cumin seeds, thyme, garlic, and half a teaspoon of paprika.
I took a bowlful out for Bernard, and he had it with spinach, quinoa and creme fraiche for his tea. It was quite lumpy for him, but he seemed to like it. When I offered him a spoonful, he pushed his head right back into the high chair and gave it a hard stare, before agreeing to eat it. After a while, he decided to help out, by taking the spoon in one hand, wiping most of the food off it with the other hand, and then pushing the spoon into his mouth. Vast quantities of it made their way into his neckfolds and down his vest, despite using a bib and two muslins. I guess this is the way it's going to be, with lumpier food. At least purees congealed safely on his chin.
After Bernard was in bed, I heated up more spicy spices in some oil, and tipped the rest of the lentil mush in, along with half a tin of tomatoes. Served with rice and creme fraiche, and there is some left for tomorrow's lunch.
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Yum. Only now i'm sulking 'cos yours looks better than mine!
pS. Too many z's. Surely?
Way too many Zs. I have changed that now. I am sleep-deprived.
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