There are a handful of recipes that I have an interesting relationship with. I adore them, really I do. but for some reason no matter how much I love the end product, no matter how excited I am to have leftovers, I’m not exactly fond of the means whereby, or the experience getting to the point of enjoying that first bite. Every time, something happens. It never fails; either I make a mess every time, or i forget something, or I don’t have a certain ingredient I thought I had, or i (...)
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