CHICKEN CONFIT GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH

[ezcol_1third] IF LIKE ME, YOU'RE TURKEY-LESS OR DUCK-LESS, DON'T LET THAT STOP'YA GRAB YOUR NEAREST LIMBS OF ANY SORTS AND GO TO TOWN! [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end][/ezcol_2third_end] [ezcol_1third]  [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1half] Life is going through some dramatic, if not crazy, changes.  And I'm mastering the art of adaptation.  I know I threw a bomb out last post without any proper context, and perhaps have gotten some friends worried.  I thank you all for the comfort, support, and unrelenting kindness that you gave this stranger who talks on the screen.   It is a compassion that I may even lack in comparison, embarrassingly, and such realization has helped pulling myself away from my emotional blackhole in a strange way, shown me perspectives.  If that makes any sense.  Still a bunch of gibberish, I know. I promise I will explain everything next week. Meanwhile, holy shit, Thanksgiving was last week?  Where have I been

Octopus 8/2

(简体)(繁體) HuuuuuGE~!  And, no.  I couldn't help it.  I know I'm supposed to be nurturing baby tartlets, or summer fruitcakes, or at least an icy cocktail because that's just the kind of things people like to lust over this time of the year.  Not some giant 8-legged sea monster that they rather watch strangling the Empire State Building, than laying dead in their kitchen sink.  But, no.  I.  Just.  COULDN'T.  Help it.  Have you ever tasted a great octopus?  If pure culinary bliss doesn't do the trick, let me appeal to sentiments.  This beauty instantly brings me back to my fond memories of that wonderful and sunny day in Nice, when Jason found a specialty food shop that gave us the most succulent marinated octopus to snack with on the way strolling back to the hotel.  And I thought to myself, "Nevermind craving this back home because I would NEVER find a quality, freshly octopus

Confit on Fire

*UPDATES IN INGREDIENTS. But the world wants this.  A Chili Pepper Confit. This is not a chili paste, or a chili oil, or a hot sauce.  Difference?  All of the above are wingmen who deliver heat to the main attractions and are otherwise just condiments on their own.  They are the Keanu Reeves.  This is Al Pacino.  Pepper confit is fresh peppers slowly stewed in fat until they lose all their moisture and concentrate down to a pungent, fragrant, fiery explosion on the senses.  It may not look much, I know, but neighbors would know that this is stewing on my stove and attempt to eat a bowl of rice with it. OK, I hear.  For those who can't handle much heat ( sneeze

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