Name: Lentils and Rice
Ingredients: 1 lg Onion; 2 tb Curry powder; 1 ds Olive oil; 1 c Lentils; 4 c Water

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
		Digest, Oct., Fatfree	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1	lg	Onion
2	tb	Curry powder
1	ds	Olive oil
1	c	Lentils
4	c	Water

INSTRUCTIONS

1 big onion chopped & sauteed with 2 Tbsp currie powder (I confess to using
1/4 tsp. extra virgin olive oil here).  Add a cup of lentils and 4 cups of
water and cook for 2 hours.  Serve over steamed rice (I prefer the sticky
Jasmine white rice which I buy in 25 pound bags).  I serve it with coleslaw
made with FF honey/mustard dressing.  Yummy!
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