Growing up in Brooklyn in the 70s, the food I ate was standard for an Italian kid from Bay Ridge: almost always prepared by my grandmother, and generally assigned to a day (chicken soup on Monday, pizza on Friday, meatballs and macaroni on Sunday, and a rotation of five or six other dishes in between), it was the food we and all the other Italian American families around us ate. One particular dish my grandmother made that survived the transition into my daily repertoire is lentils and macaroni. And, it is from that dish that I began to understand and explore these fantastic legumes. Continue reading “A Love for Lentils”