David reveals his gratitude to the late, great Julia for all that she gave him. (Hint: It was a heck of a lot more than kitchen know-how.)
Let’s get clear about what hummus is and what it ain’t. Real hummus tastes like nothing but hummus. Not fancy. Just perfect.
Yoohoo, you who’s trying to eat more healthfully, start cramming carrots in your pieholes with this satisfying little number.
David goes out to pasture. Uh, we mean, he decides the only eggs that shall touch his lips hereafter shall be pastured.
In Nahuatl, pozole means “make a big batch of this on the weekend and reheat during the week after soccer practice.” (Not really.)
All’Amatriciana—go on, roll that “r” like they do in Italy—means a spicy pasta sauce of tomatoes and pancetta or bacon. Prego.
A sweet nuttiness, a dense crumb, a crunchy crust, and bags more flavor than normal bread. Whatcha waiting for?
Pastrami. We consider it the other corned beef. We also consider it darn easy to make it yourself.
Commercial tartar sauce tends to be crammed full of sugar and corn syrup and preservatives. Not this little homemade lovely.
David divulges how he learned to bake bread late in life—and how he promptly became quite, quite obsessed.
David finally learns to make pain d’epi, the loaf of bread that he’s been lusting after for decades, and finds it to be easy peasy. Whew.
It’s sooooo easy to wake up or come home from work, fry some eggs, and plop them on a tortilla. Sooooo ridiculously easy.
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