The other day my mother phoned me to ask me if she could use quinoa flakes to make a dish that clearly required just the plain old quinoa grain. I was thrilled, it was a personal victory. My mother is a brilliant cook. She can outcook any member of my family by a kilogram of potatoes. Except me.
When she fumbled about the quinoa I knew I had her. My mum can roast the flavor into any meal, she can turn out the perfect scone and her pasta is sublime. But she kind of got stuck when she realised how good she was. It wasn’t like her skills deteriorated or that she could no longer whip up her famous culinary delights it was just that she never ventured away from them. Quinoa was never something she cooked with so it never made its way into her repertoire.
When my mother makes a salad it’s tasty and delicious but it generally doesn’t venture far from lettuce, carrots, tomato and cucumber. And even with the most spectacular dressing it is still lettuce, carrots, tomato and cucumber. When I make a salad I also use lettuce but I add nuts or roast vegetables, or both. I put in seeds and quinoa, I even make a salad that has caramel popcorn in it. It’s amazing.