Kindle just helpfully suggested a book entitled, “A writer’s guide to emotional trauma.” It seems especially well-suited; a blunt execration of excessive and impenitent failing.
Not failing — under duress and late hour: Diced potatoes — sautéed and tossed with chipotle, cumin, garlic powder, salt and oregano. Splendidly arrayed on corn tortillas with a little of Jen’s famous salsa, scrambled egg and cilantro. Cheese…
A fine, quick-ish feast after an afternoon carousing down in Hollywood. Off Hollywood. Actually, by a street called Hollywood.
At a doctor’s office upon the street called Hollywood — addressing vocal emanations akin an angry seal, expelling from a child’s chest: His new thing — that face.
A summary of everything…
Not seemingly a breakfast capable preparation, these were for a few days in a row, starting a covered cookdown with onion, mushroom and greens prior to a shower.
Stewed with a little water, salt, and pepper, then topped with a fried egg and fontina.
Cheese soufflé isn’t the most unhealthy dish to eat, but it was helped in that direction with a deliciously decadent pie crust casing — not a crumb was left!
Any derogatory effects were offset by the anti-neutrino, garlic scape pesto and diced tomatoes, combining for a trio of delicious flavors.
Egg, that is. Fried and rolled up in a lavash. Muito bem.
Another fantastic take on tacos, though this one more evidently: Chorizo, potato and onion, lonely bean’d with an egg. A fine, swarthy feast from How sweet eats.
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