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Quinoa

Quinoa is delicious.

It’s rich and nutty, like brown rice.

When it’s seasoned just right, it’s the perfect addition to any meal.

It’s a very healthy food.

But I still don’t like it.

Why?

Because it’s shaped like tiny little pellets.

Eating quinoa is like eating a bowlful of poppy seeds.

Whenever I eat it, either quinoa or poppy seeds, I spend the next three days flossing debris out of my teeth.

And just when I think I’ve got every possible painful shard scraped out of my gums, another one makes a surprise appearance.

I’ve been flossing more quinoa this week than I actually ate.

I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I swear it’s the truth.

I’ll never eat quinoa again.

Until, that is, someone places a delicious dinner in front of me.

I’m certain to forget my promise.

I’ll eat the meal.

And then, while I spend the next three days flossing nonstop, I’ll promise to never eat it again.

This is the best way to deal with that drama quinoa.

Liz Brenner

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