I love to cook. My kitchen, refrigerator, and pants size all heartily attest to that fact. I’m on a first-name basis with most of the employees at the closest grocery store. It’s a fun and guilty pleasure. I’m not alone in this habit at my house, as my wife has an insane stack of recipes she calls her “tried-and-true”. That stack has blessedly gone digital, because they used to occupy six overstuffed inch-thick binders. She is meticulous at every step. Somehow every potato cube is the same size and shape, even though I swear the potato wasn’t cubical when she started cutting it.
Cooking with the Denver Nuggets: Tweaking the recipe
