RecipeMuncher

Traditions. Sometimes broken, sometimes followed. I don’t know which better applies to my cooking. I think I fall somewhere in the middle. Neither here, nor there. There are times when I break every tradition I know and cook something that, quite frankly, doesn’t even have a name. And there are times when I follow my mother’s (or grandmothers’) recipes to a T. This recipe is one that follows the middle path. One foot in the known, one in the unknown. The desire to mak (...)