Yum yummy leblebi

We had what I’m sure was a horribly bastardized version of leblebi–a Turkish breakfast dish (please, correct me!). I had this one time and decided it would be good with escarole, we had escarole sitting in the fridge, and so I made it with escarole. It was good. Please note grown-up version (served with an unpictured soft-boiled egg on top–picture of which is not included because it fell apart while being shelled and looked nasty) and Ernie version (served with hard-boiled egg on side):

lelebiErnie’s leblebi

Note that the Ernie version was taken before he picked out the bread, which, as you probably know, is a disgusting food and can’t simply not be eaten or even removed from a dish and left alone; bread is so gross it must be rushed to the kitchen with great fuss and a few tears whenever possible. Run, don’t walk, when carrying a plate of bread away from your dinner place. Don’t let your horrible mother make you eat bread. If she tries, act quite put-upon and play it for a third hard-boiled egg.