I reach over to finish the last sip of my cocktail. A sweet, fizzy blend of muddled blackberries, tequila, lime juice, and club soda, we've named it The 157 and declared it our official apartment cocktail. Dinner is finished. The counter is strewn with dishes: a cutting board, bowls scraped clean, forks. 

Dinner is very rarely a well-planned matter. I have good intentions and dozens of cookbooks. I have inspiration and good farmers markets nearby. I also, however, have a paralyzing case of indecision that grips me when I look at recipes. It reminds me of senior year of college: too many good options, and no way to choose

"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato" [lewis grizzard]

Thank you, Lewis Grizzard, for those words of wisdom. I'd add that it's also difficult to think of something more pleasant to cook on a weeknight than this one-pot farro. Warm, comforting, and easy to adapt to any flavor combination you like, this recipe is a brilliant trick for taking a handful of ingredients and melding them all into something far more complex-tasting than the sum of its parts. And you only need to wash one dish!