Start off with one very dirty Martini, two might be excessive, but not outrageously so.
Prepare your quinoa with an adequate amount of chicken stock, a pinch or two of salt, zest of a lemon and juice from same lemon. I’m thinking a clove or two of garlic would be good, but this recipe hasn’t been in the family all that long and I did start off with a second Martini.
Dice up a couple Roma tomatoes, chop a couple sticks of fresh celery; use the most tender, tasty stems from the center of the stalk, and mix tomatoes and celery into the still hot, cooked quinoa.
Oh my gosh. Too good not to share.
The nameless little chicken was roughly thrust headfirst, upside down, into a silvery funnel. When her head abruptly poked through the narrow end, she frantically thought, “Was my wish to get to the other side really a good enough reason?” But then, as all physical sensation escaped and her spirit began ascending into a beautiful, very bright light, she wondered with heightened excitement, “Well now, what’s on the other side of that road?”