The tabbouleh-stuffed tomatoes look absolutely delicious. Can I find the grains of paradise at any food store or is that something I'd have to search for at a farmer's market or spice shoppe?
I was a fishmonger in my past life or maybe I grew artichokes. I'm convinced. It explains my present life's fascination with all things food. I cook like it's my job. I eat as if every meal's my last. I've never been one for cooking contests (I leave that to my champion grandparents and Mom) nor eating competitions (damn that overactive gag reflex). I don't have food critic envy nor do I aspire to chefdom. What I have is clinical. Diagnosis: An all-consuming obsession with consumption. Prescription: Know full well.
The tabbouleh-stuffed tomatoes look absolutely delicious. Can I find the grains of paradise at any food store or is that something I'd have to search for at a farmer's market or spice shoppe?
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