![]() ![]() We've endured more watery sauces and burned starchy sides than I care to recall. There were the rice flour pancakes that ripped into soft shreds, and many battles with phyllo. I spent one evening tearfully peeling duck skin off a melted "heatproof" plastic oven bag. Out come the measuring spoons and measuring cups, the kitchen timer and the disposable latex gloves. The candidates are entered into my database, along with a grocery list and projected cooking times. ![]() It's recipe-testing time, the run-up to my cookbook review in the Wednesday paper. I can just about make them in my sleep.īut for one week of every month, all our favorites sit on the bench. Like anyone who cooks regularly for a family, I have my repertoire of weeknight standbys: roast chicken with herb butter, pork chops glazed with mustard and preserves, broccoli and pine nuts, pasta Bolognese. ![]()
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