My mother loved to tell the story about the first time she cooked lentils for my grandmother. It was her first attempt, and she didn’t yet know how much lentils swell as they cook. She used nearly an entire bag, kept adding broth as they absorbed it, and ended up with enough soup to feed an army. My grandmother laughed, and the soup was eaten for days. Nothing was wasted.
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