RecipeMuncher

Once Molly (Wizenberg) wrote of wanting “pâte brisée for a pillow“, and it was a statement so perfectly, poetically apt that it’s stuck with me. With ardent hope she doesn’t mind the tug at her coattails, I submit that if a puff of pastry is where you’d lay your head, with a bed of onions beneath, you just might desire the layers of a potato gratin for bedclothes. I see that my addition stretches her neat metaphor into something excessive in (...)