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Where Is My Cape, Please Get Me My Cape.

November 15, 2011

If it weren’t for quesadillas — alternately known as tastydillas, and or crazydillas, everyone in my family would literally be dead.

I felt pretty grim not managing to make our actual and planned dinner last night, due to some parenting challenges. But putting short ribs on to simmer at 7:45 this am made me feel rather like I should be wearing a cape.

The braising portion of the ribs is almost done, as is a post I am writing about the adventures that came immediately on the heels of the trip to Spain.

Stay tuned for a longer post that will not only be enlightening, it will also be redolent of ginger.

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