The Molasses Disaster of 1919 and the Molasses Disaster of Last Night. No one died in my version. And it's really tasty.
I continue to bake without recipes even though several people (okay, it's really one person, over and over, and remarkably patiently) have suggested it may not be prudent.
From The Sideboard is where I ramble about food, cooking and eating. We really have a sideboard at our house — but we call it The Cyborg. If I called this From The Cyborg you might be confused or perhaps even feel cheated. Nobody wants that. I cook extemporaneously and make a lot of spicy pastes, and rarely cook the same thing twice.