It’s been one of those weeks where I haven’t felt like making dinner. I’m pretty sure it happens to all of us. It’s been hot, which makes standing over a hot stove unappealing. And I’ve been tired and distracted by other projects. When dinner time rolls around, I’ve been feeling limp and listless, like this celery …
Celery
When I was a small child, I was a very picky eater. I refused to eat most vegetables, cold cheese, cold cuts, condiments, anything that smelled even faintly of vinegar, and anything saucy–other than chocolate sauce or spaghetti sauce. Perhaps the category most reviled by my young palate was soup. I found the whole wan …