We’ve been out and about this past week, visiting family. This presents some challenges: my parents eat very differently than we do at home. The single biggest difference is the sheer quantity of meat. Some weeks ago, my mom commented that they (two people) go through two or three pounds of ground beef a week. Karen and I had no idea how that was even possible, but we’ve seen it first-hand the past few days: beef shepherd’s pie, meatballs, burgers. My charming mom asked if we wanted chicken for the grill since we don't eat much meat - to quite a lot of laughter from me and Karen, who don't consider chicken a vegetable. Luckily no one’s offended at our gentle modifications to amplify the veggies at every opportunity. (Neither are my folks signing on to eat the delicious hummus, cheese, and veggie sandwiches I made for yesterday’s picnic. Sigh.) They are supportive folks, even if they are deeply suspicious of hummus, so today we were off to a nearby farmers’ market in t
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