When I make Greek fava at home, I do something annoying. As I dip my spoon in to check that it is done, I often take a bite, then another, then another, staring off into the distance at the stove. I ...

I know you know how it is. You look in the fridge and see half a cauliflower here, half a bunch of kale there, maybe a few lonely carrots or turnips hiding beneath the kale at the bottom of the drawer ...