…and yet here we are. Over the last two weeks I’ve been happily swamped with spring sports, nearly all of which take place between 4pm and 7pm. Those are prime kitchen dancing and cooking hours, so I’ve been cobbling together evening sustenance rather than digging into new recipes, flavors or techniques. Normally I would sayContinue reading “honestly, today I have nothing to say…”
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oh, harissa…
…you stained my favorite white shirt, but I love you anyway. I’m a little reckless in the kitchen – I sling hash, I toss salad, I dash far too liberally and I never, ever fail to miss the trash can. I can be standing right there, RIGHT THERE, and still miss. Anyway, out of sheerContinue reading “oh, harissa…”
Foodishness. 