"You're not going to be happy," Bill said. Bill was the editor of Ruhlman's Twenty, the guy who more or less line-drived it into play. I was meeting him at Chronicle's offices for the first time. "Why not?" "Twenty's going to be sold out." "I thought you printed a lot of copies." "Not enough." "It's December 1st, Bill—this is, like, the biggest book-buying month of the year." "I know." Which is why he said I was going to be unhappy. It wasn't even on Kindle yet (which is how I usually read my copy today, because of the search function). And which is why I'm printing one of my favorite recipes from the book below. And re-promoting it as a Superlative and Timeless Work of Culinary Artistry, as fun to read in bed as it is to cook from. Watch the video some woman I don't know ...