Love is adopting your significant other’s dietary restrictions as if it were your own small intestine at stake. My boyfriend has decided he’s “gluten-minimal” which is an imaginary designation somewhere between gluten-free and gimme-that-bread. I don’t even try to argue with him anymore so I made this quiche with a funky, unexpected, flourless but flavorful crust. And then I ate a sandwich.
I worry about recipes that inspire me to purchase expensive produce and then let it go bad. (Here’s looking at you, banana bread.) At the same time, I suppose it’s reassuring to know that if ever we are careless with our over-priced perishables, there’s a kinder fate for them than the trashcan. (And at a dollar a pop, avocados have no business in the trash.) So with three avocados on my counter approaching the end of their days, I set out on a Sunday morning food-saving experiment.
I used to write a blog about me, but now I’m doing this. Thanks for supporting the old venture’s four-year journey. It felt like time…