Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
My mom gave me a small bag of lentils that my uncle grew on his farm on the high-line of Montana. It makes me quite happy to eat them knowing where they came from and who grew them. I've been on their farm. I've seen their crops in the field. Its neat to me to have that knowledge about who and where on this great big earth my food came from. In addition to neat familial ties, they taste great, too. I would be remiss not to add that. Lentils are so versatile, nourishing, and quick-cooking. I just think they're just the bee's knees of legumes.