You know how something gets all hyped up, you’re dying to try whatever it is, it seems like years before you finally are able to only to be hugely disappointed with whatever the thing was?
Yeah, that’s not the case with this.
Roasted strawberries. Two words that have been haunting my dreams for weeks (mainly thanks to this) and that are as kickass in real life as they sound.
So much so that I may or may not have licked the baking sheet to get all the juices left behind after transferring them to the serving bowl.
If you were a fly on the wall in my house yesterday you would’ve seen me licking baking sheets during lunchtime making this, pulling my pajama pants (don’t judge) down around 11am when I felt an itch on my upper thigh that kept moving as I scratched it only to find an ant actually in my pants causing it (of all idioms to come true…) and around 7pm, me staring at the bathroom floor completely perplexed at the extra pair of underwear that came out of my workout shorts when I took them off to shower. I somehow went the entire day with an extra pair shoved in between the underwear I was wearing and the underwear sewn into the running shorts even though I went to the bathroom multiple times throughout the day and never noticed. I even went to the store with them shoved up there unknowingly. I wonder how many people were staring at my puffy underwear ass? A true laundry mystery. Needless to say, I was a hot mess.
A hot mess with a delicious side dish though. It was a fair trade. I’d take ants and superfluous underwear in my pants again if it was what stood between me and this.
Whole wheat pearled couscous cooked with orange juice, roasted strawberries, fennel and yellow pepper with lots and lots of basil.
Fruity, summery and fresh. Just beware of insects and rogue undergarments while making.