I am, what you might call, a wee bit compulsive. I’ll go through phases where I’ll try and find as many possible variations on a recipe or ingredient as possible. I’ll exhaust myself trying something countless different ways. It’s like I’m possessed by a singular focus. And then, just as abruptly as the urge struck me, it leaves. My latest partner on the dance floor I call obsession has been baked eggs. Continue reading “Dance Card”
Bon Appetit Hon 