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desperanceI'm only cooking with it, honest...
I have made a sausage-and-borlotti-bean casserole, with onions and garlic and chilli (the eternal trinity) and tomatoes and rosemary and, yes, a splash or two of wine to deglaze the pan; and I have put that in an excessively slow oven where it will sit undisturbed until I get back from town. Then I will add potatoes and turnips and perhaps celery and whatever else I may think of and/or come back with.
And none of this will in any way mitigate my great offence: which is not, no, that I have delayed so long my departure workwise, but rather that I have once again cooked sossidges and failed to share them with the household, as is my duty and their right. I am in disgrace. They are in the kitchen, waiting for the oven to fling sossidges out at them in a proper manner.
I have made a sausage-and-borlotti-bean casserole, with onions and garlic and chilli (the eternal trinity) and tomatoes and rosemary and, yes, a splash or two of wine to deglaze the pan; and I have put that in an excessively slow oven where it will sit undisturbed until I get back from town. Then I will add potatoes and turnips and perhaps celery and whatever else I may think of and/or come back with.
And none of this will in any way mitigate my great offence: which is not, no, that I have delayed so long my departure workwise, but rather that I have once again cooked sossidges and failed to share them with the household, as is my duty and their right. I am in disgrace. They are in the kitchen, waiting for the oven to fling sossidges out at them in a proper manner.