RecipeMuncher

A few weeks ago, I was pushing my cart around the farmstand market where I buy my produce and meats. In a bit of a hurry, I tossed in heads of romaine and red onions, garlic cloves and new potatoes, and various other items destined for the dinner table. By nature, I’m a slow shopper, a browser, a considerer of possibilities. Whenever I can, I like to leisurely stroll the aisles of the market, imagining recipes as I go. If I find a great piece of meat on sale all the way over at the butche (...)