I always thought of chia seeds as those things you see sprouting on unglazed ceramic heads on late night TV commercials. No more. They've become the new darlings of the "eat this and you'll live forever" folks. To be fair, they has a lot going for them: complete protein, omega-3... Mrs 'Struction introduced me to them, and they have some...interesting culinary properties. There's this seed coat that when exposed to water produces a mucilaginous goo. I'm sure there's a use for it, I just haven't found it yet.
The other day I came across this bottle of Mama Chia and bought it for her. It was a bit of a joke. After looking at the seeds sloshing around inside for a bit, we finally got brave enough to open it and give it a try. She went first, and after fairly wide range of emotions crossed her face, settled on "not bad." She tried it again. "No really. It's pretty good."
Then it was my turn. The coconut-mango flavor is just fabulous. "You're right," I said. "This is pretty good." Pause. "If you can get past the frog spawn consistency."
There are those times when you look a person's face and know immediately that it's possible to hit things too much on the nose, and that you've just done it.
"Nevermind," she said, turning a little green. We capped the bottle and put it back in the refrigerator.
It actually tastes really good. Really.