It might be love.
If you've been hanging with me for awhile here on Gluten-Free Goddess, you already know how much we dig quinoa. It's one of our favorite gluten-free grains. I've grown to love- even crave- quinoa's distinct smoky-nutty flavor. More assertive than rice or oatmeal, the taste of quinoa gives gluten-free baked goods and grainy side dishes a certain je ne sais quoi that feels nourishing, healthy, and satisfying all at once.
In a very understated, happy blue skies kind of way, I mean.
Not in a pious eat-this-it's-good-for-you kind of way.
Though I'm sure there are plenty of quinoa converts that proselytize its admirable qualities in the nutrition arena (and why not" Its protein profile is a vegan's wet dream) I prefer to love my quinoa on its own unassuming terms. Even though folks have dubbed her Queen of Grains and Mother of all Vegan Goodness in the Bunny Scampering Universe, I love her just because. Without projection. Without expectation. Or assumption.
I meet quinoa where she stands. I accept her for who she is. In all her cute as a button faux grain glory. After all, her botanical name is Goosefoot. Not a very glamorous moniker. Imagine being saddled with that one.
Hey, you! Goosefoot.
That's right. I'm talking to you.
Sweet Mother Mary. Can you imagine" No wonder she chose to change her name. "Keen-wa" is so much sexier.
So Quinoa, honey. What are you doing tonight" Wanna come over" I've got some Adele.
You can even stay for breakfast.
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