I’m at work.
Last night a tree crushed one of Brett’s many trucks. I’m a bad wife, I suggested he’d be less traumatized if I were hit by a tree. (I’d be more sympathetic if he didn’t have so many trucks.) The storm was awesome. I barely slept at all.
I can swallow without pain. When I open my pill bottle, it smells like eggs. I am not sure how I feel about this.
I am now certain that men cannot taste their food. Two specific images will serve to convince you of this as well:
1. Last night I made Brett a steak in a dry pan, and I did not season the meat at all. He said dinner was fantastic. (I normally season his steaks carefully, sear them in cast iron, sautee them with onions or mushrooms, and deglaze the pan with beer or wine or cognac and butter.)
2. Once I made gratin dauphinois for Joe. He put sri racha on it before tasting it. I have never forgiven him for this.
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Glad you’re feeling better!
So I have to ask, what’s sri racha? For that matter, what’s gratin dauphinois? What’s weird is, I’m thinking I may have read something about that on your site before, a long time ago…
Ah, thanks! Now I’m hungry for those potatoes!
Like the new look!
Gratin Dauphinois is a lovely brunch dish made of thinly sliced potatoes, butter, nutmeg, garlic, salt & pepper, and heavy cream.
Sri Racha, affectionately known as “the shit,” is an Asian garlic/chile sauce used like Tobasco as a condiment.
Glad you’re feeling better!
So I have to ask, what’s sri racha? For that matter, what’s gratin dauphinois? What’s weird is, I’m thinking I may have read something about that on your site before, a long time ago…