The well-used little galley kitchen in my last apartment on the UES didn’t have a window and for years I’d yearn for the daylight. I missed the view, the fresh air and an ability to extract my burnt mistakes to the outside world.
Now I have all those things with these big factory style windows wrapped around.
But now I realize how I grew accustomed to using blue visual cues to how high and how hot the gas flame was when I was cooking. In this amazing light I can’t even see if it’s lit.
I can see it at night.
What have you got in the jar? Because I think I see part of a finger... ;)
ReplyDeletelol Pickled pinky. The Jeffrey Dahmer CookBook.
ReplyDeleteNo Melissa, it's far less exotic than that. Baby carrot, red pepper, fresh rosemary and cloves of garlic steeping in vinegar. Just add salt, pepper, olive oil.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeffrey_Dahmer
It was the carrot that threw me. :)
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