30 January Monday

Casseroles are like classical music. There are millions of recordings of well-known pieces and most of them are half-baked, poorly prepared, and carelessly executed. There is at least one bad casserole for every bad recording of the Beethoven 5th. Then there is Beethoven fifth, like a tuna noodle casserole, every choice, every detail is carefully considered, every ingredient judiciously incorporated. Every rest, fermata, tenuto, rubato, and stringendo like the perfectly boiled noodle, the perfectly blanched vegetable, the perfect dice. Knowing when to stop, knowing when to push forward. I enjoyed lately the casserole that debuted in my kitchen last night. So full, rich, and more than it was yesterday. I am taking more now to friend´s for dinner.