I have a confession. I don’t eat red meat. It’s a long story, but it has been probably nine years since I abruptly stopped eating it, and I can’t say that I miss it at all. Except… The one thing that I do still…
We often say that cooking in our house is like an episode of Chopped. There’s just a bunch of seemingly unrelated ingredients that we have to throw together in some sort of coherent way while under a time crunch, and then someone judges our…