RecipeMuncher

Thank god for lesbians. You know what I’m saying? I was all set to cook and photograph and eat and write this weekend.  The weather had a little nip.  I had plans.   Cheese was purchased, the better to be made into apple-sharp cheddar muffins with maple glaze.  Potatoes were purchased, destined for a spinach and bacon and hazelnut and comtè-filled gratin. Then the head cold descended. And now I can’t be bothered to stand in front of a stove and poach yukon golds in heavy cre (...)