
Water, Salt, Yeast, Flour
I might need an intervention.
I might need an intervention.
We try new places, but over time our food universe expansion tends to slow way down as we wear paths to places we’ve been and like.
It was supposed to be a variation on Surf & Turf. Surf was good. Turf was a monumental fail.
Chickens come in all shapes and sizes and are bred for different roles.
It wasn’t raining when we left the house, walking the dog to our Saturday play-date.
The days are getting noticeably longer and even a bit drier yet March remains a dicey month; it’s risky to make plans that are “weather permitting.”
I’m completely serious, if faced with a “last meal” situation I’d have to ponder what I’d pick: Eggs or wood-fired pizza.
Even with a gun to my head and I wouldn’t be able to tell you what I like more: eggs for breakfast or wood-fired pizza for every other meal.
We still love to go out for breakfast/brunch, but outings are farther and farther apart.
One of my favorite things to do is make dinner in a new place and try to come up with something good whilst dealing with restrictions and idiosyncrasies of a new kitchen/hotplate/cookstove. I’ll dedicate to post to that sometime soon. In the meantime here’s last night’s and this night’s dinners.