Yesterday I did some cooking and I was peeling fava beans for about 27 hours. Okay – I exaggerate. But it felt like 27 hours.
As I sat, peeling fava after fava, I started feeling thirsty. And the only thing I wanted was a nice Chianti. Sadly, there wasn’t a drop of Chianti in the house. I decided to live with the thirst.
Just goes to show how very strong pop culture references can be. Go figure.
For the record, those favas were bo-licious, y’all.