Piri piri. Just say it, “piri piri.” It sounds adorable. It tastes delicious. It’s easy to make. It’s a win for everybody. Well everybody who likes to eat foods with fun names.
I was on my own for dinner again tonight and after a lot of deliberation (seriously, I dwell at length on the existential question of “What to eat for dinner?” just about everyday), I decided to try making my own piri piri sauce and using it with some grilled chicken. I figured I could have a nice couple of sides by cooking some broccolini we just got from the farm share this week and by cooking up some quick whole wheat couscous AND I could make enough to have a hearty lunch for tomorrow. Epic win.