In search of a soft, slow life
I was thinking the other day while making curry puff pastry from scratch (as one does) — what a luxury it is to be able to do this.
To rub cold butter between my fingers into pristine white flour, to gather it all together, to knead knead knead a buttery dough with the promise of becoming something delectable.
As I simmered potatoes in a rich sweet-savory…
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