Another stuffed chicken
In these pages three years ago I wrote about some chickens I’d stuffed. My thinking riffed vaguely on turducken. As a reminder for…
Read MoreIn these pages three years ago I wrote about some chickens I’d stuffed. My thinking riffed vaguely on turducken. As a reminder for…
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Read MoreIn last night’s dream I was lounging in a slouchy, ’50s-teenager kind of way against the corner of a building on the Harvard…
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Read MoreI am not much for competition in any form or forum, but in the kitchen it appeals to me even less. The proper…
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