I had this whole entry just about written, plus had a killer story about it. How I had spent a few hours during a rainy evening on the boat snug under the canvas, laptop blazing while sipping whiskey. Ah, what a lead-in to my lecture/rant about ingredients. Full of witty bons mott. Hell, even elegant.
Then, PM brought home a book she picked up for me at the library. Bittman's (must be said like NEWMAN with a Seinfeld snear) "Kitchen Express". After reading the Intro and "A Word About Ingredients" I just groaned and hit the delete button on my now very pale effort.
This guy started hop scotching back and forth across that line of respect last year when he was rubbing shoulders a little too literally with the likes of Claudia Basols and Gwinny while whining in the back of a Mercedes driven by Mario Batali. I know! Makes you want to either punch him or claim best friend status or both at the same time!
Damn you Bittman!
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