Easter Sunday. Woke up, caramelized 14 cups of onions. Went to (HBF/tc) + (J-Kim)'s for brunch. Tasted many delicious things (the picture below is about half of the eventual food), including an especially lovely recipe which I will now steal. Didn't drink. Other people did.
Thanks to my photography, you can't tell that this innocent-looking brunch table actually contains some secret weapons: a couple Thoroughly Repeatable things (salpicon, carrot thingie) and a couple Yotam Ottolenghi things, which I found unusual and inspiring. So in addition to the above-highlighted (highlit?) recipe, I'm also looking at this one and this one.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).
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