Today in the Seattle Times:
> If I were an Olympic judge, I’d give the August farm-stand tomatillos a 10. But here’s the trick: I’ve picked up tomatillos at the supermarket in April, and I’d have to give them at least a 7.
The article doesn’t mention this, but there are other reasons I’d be a great Olympic judge. Like, during the figure skating, I’d be yelling out things like, “That flippy thing was great! I give it a ten!” And the Russian judge would be elbowing me and saying the scoring only went up to six, and I’d be all, “Cram it, Helga! Where I come from, if you flip your junk around like that, you get a ten.”
Today’s recipe, I notice, looks really long and complicated. I assure you it’s easy and worth making over and over.