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Finally: A Recipe
All these years I’ve written a blog and never posted a recipe. Favorite recipes are the bread and butter — or perhaps the focaccia drizzled in oil — of the Internet. Please excuse the awkward poser for being so remiss in sharing exotic ingredients, sizzling sautés, and elaborate presentation accompanied by sun dappled food porn photos. This post rectifies all shortcomings. And it is worth the wait, for this is a recipe blog like no other.
There are so many obstacles to me sharing a favorite recipe.
First, I am not a foodie; therefore, I have no favorite recipes. I eat to live, and any calories at hand are preferred over any that require work to consume.
Second, I live with a foodie, a man for whom cooking is therapy, large quantities are palliative, and leftovers soon forgotten. My biggest food challenge, therefore, is to figure out what leftovers have passed Paul’s brief expiration date, and will therefore get tossed unless I swallow them first. Our refrigerator is such a fertile feeding ground for this bottom feeder; I rarely have to search for nourishment.
Third, I cannot even have a favorite recipe because I never make the same thing twice. When I do cook — usually because I’ve invited folks over and feel compelled to display my talent — my chief culinary skill is repurposing our leftovers into something fresh. Since leftovers are…
