A sensible dinner, by Michael Ruhlman/Photo by Donna Turner Ruhlman
I got an email last week that made my blood boil. Yes, seemingly to boil. Not simmer. A blanching-green-veg boil, a pressure cooker boil.
The kind of boil my blood gets when I’m at a restaurant and I hear a woman, grilling the server suspiciously, saying, "I'm
allergic to
lactose” and then later says, “Oooh, could you wheel that cheese cart over here?
Gawd, I love
Epoisse."
I’m just minding my own business, a happy Bertie Wooster moment at my desk before work, dreaming of confiting turkey legs, and an email pops into my box and it’s like someone smacked me on the skull with a cricket bat.
It was from Heather Clayton, an expat living in southern Germany, trying to plan a meal here in the once sensible USA (West ...
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