I’ve reached that portion of the book recipe testing that requires long braises and slow roasting. There are a few desserts in the mix which means that our oven is on pretty much non-stop. And yet it’s a balmy 70 degrees outside making me want to eat a stew about as much as I want to eat sorbet in the dead of winter. There’s a time and place for everything, but when it comes to writing books and testing recipes, you’re at the mercy of your schedule which doesn’t say much.
Peek into my fridge these days and you’ll find a lot of pickled and preserved things in various size glass jars: lemons, garlic, onions, homemade sauces of all kinds. Dinner prep revolves around what I’m testing and god forbid it’s not something we’re in the mood to eat (see above re: temperature) or one of us is sick, we dial for take-out. The irony of writing about food is