And this morning, we added caramelized onions and garlic to the beans and drizzled some lovely and aromatic olive oil overtop so we could gorge on pita with fuhl.
But woe, woe and thrice woe! There was something wrong with the beans! They never really smelled quite right. And they cooked unevenly. Some were really mushy and some hard as rocks. And we had to peel them before mashing them.
But neither of us said anything out loud. As we discussed the tragedy after the fact, we both admitted that we thought the onions and garlic would fix the problem.
What. A. Waste. Of. Good. Pita!
Not to mention the really good olive oil and beautfully caramelized onions and garlic. The rest of the dried favas are now on the compost pile and the rest of the cooked fuhl is in the green bin contents that will soon be heading for the city composters. T thought I might be able to release some of my frustration by throwing the rotten fuhl on the ground outside and jumping up and down on it. But I didn’t want to sully my shoes on the rotten dreck.