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| Quinoa stuffed cabbage. How's that for nontraditional? |
It was a dark and stormy night...
Wait. This is a recipe post. Let me start again. Got your cocoa? Are you settled?
Wait. This is a recipe post. Let me start again. Got your cocoa? Are you settled?
Chapter 1.
The tight blue tiled kitchen glowed in the afternoon sun that slatted through the western facing junipers and spilled across the cupboards in a honeyed glaze so dazzling she had to lower her eyes to keep from squinting like a cowboy as she grabbed a frayed dish towel and cracked the oven door. The scent of sweet potatoes, apples and onion laced with garlic, nutmeg and cinnamon filled the room. She tugged her worn wooden spoon from the mustard crock and stirred the tender jewels bathed in apple juice. For the first time in days she felt connected to something tangible.
and cut up heaps of vegetables and talking politics. Or religion. Human behavior. Projection. Affect and temperament. All those spiky topics your grandmother warned you not to talk about at dinner parties (or at least in 
smack down, rustling up passionate discourse and tossing veggies left and right into a waiting roasting pan and punctuating Mamet style pauses with. Glugs. Of olive oil. And. Pinches of sea salt. My husband slid the pan into the hot oven. And kissed me.
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. Season the veggies with sea salt and fresh ground pepper. Make your sauce.
for added protein; stir them into the vegetables during the last 15-20 minutes of roasting, to heat through.
