My doctor put me on a low-carb diet because I’m unbelievably hefty. Like, a charging hippopotamus would bounce off me and go crying to his mama. Like, Moby Dick would bitch-slap me and dislocate his tail. Like, if the Earth’s gravity ever failed, nobody would…
This is partially thanks to Joey, who sent me a recipoo for pastry crust. Fry mushrooms in a dry non-stick pan until they’ve thrown off their moisture. Add a splash of wine and cook that out, too. Meanwhile, cut 10 TBS cold butter (I used…
I don’t know what these things are called. I knew, but I forgot. Oh, yeah, agnolotti. Whatever. I bought them at the store. They were filled with mushrooms, which yum. I had some black beans and corn left over from something. Fried up some mushrooms…
