You’re looking at October 16, 2008. Oh, I know what it was. Edamame. Edamame, which I decided to shell instead of steaming them and eating them as a snack like I normally do.
That little bowl was about 3 hours of work. At that point, I decided farm living was not for me. I had already figured out that if I lived on a farm, I would probably have to stop eating pigs and cows and lambs and chickens, because I would have named them all and had deep conversations with them. But the bowl of edamame made me realize that I’d have trouble being a vegetarian too, because I have no intention of ever shelling edamame again. Ever.
***What Was it Wednesday – where I post photos from my backlog of cooking pictures. Pictures so old, I usually have no idea what they are!