Flashes of Panic

I’ve been reading John Thorne’s Mouth Wide Open recently. Thorne has apparently built his reputation on presenting himself just as he is, because he fears nothing in terms of subject matter. (He often mentions his love for offal, for example.) Last night he had me laughing out loud as he described how he ate a croissant which he knew for a fact was at least five months old, and suspected may have been as much as a year older than that.

And why it was good.

That is not precisely why I am currently using the slow cooker to cook pork in a pool of root beer. But it is why I feel willing to write about it.

(The comments to online recipes always amuse me. They almost always follow the same pattern: “I loved this recipe, here’s how I changed it.” Sometimes the changes create an entirely different recipe. One of the comments for this one read, “I used beer instead of root beer.”)