Tonight I have to make dinner for my broke-ass self using only things already in my kitchen. Surprise, broke self, you’re a boss. This is gonna be a tasty as fuck lentil stew thing.

Here’s how you make it: take half an onion, slice it up real thin, cook it in a saucepan with some butter and also salt and pepper. Let the onion start to get all caramelized and fragrant, then throw in a diced tomato on top of it. On top of that you want some chicken or veggie stock, maybe mixed with water if you want, two cups is probably good. Then you want like half a bag of lentils, more salt and pepper, a shit ton of turmeric and ground cumin, and a couple bay leaves, and you let that shit simmer. Probably for a while because those were some old-ass lentils in my cupboard. Oh, wash em first too, kids. I also overcompensated with the spices because I had like only half a cup of chicken stock left so the rest was water but I like my shit spicy so suck it, world.

While I wait for that shit to get all thick and lentil-y I’m drinking bourbon & ginger ale, to cure all that ails, and reading Uncommon Women (luv u 4ever R.I.P. Wendy Wass), so Hannah Hart got nothin’ on me (just kidding luv u 2 bb)

But in all seriousness this ish is smelling good. I could write a sonnet about the effervescence of turmeric & bay leaves. Tune in next weekkkkkkk (haha no don’t)