I can tell it’s getting cold because my small grey cat, who has a heck of a sense of entitlement for someone who was found as a kitten outside the vets in a shoebox with her three siblings, all looking little alike except for their giant ears, has suddenly taken to waking me up at all hours, sinking her claws into my flesh and purring like a lawnmower while drooling everywhere. She does this. Her thought process is: “I’m going to need somewhere warm to crash for a few months. Have I told you lately that I love you? I wasn’t really ignoring you before. Look, a mouse! Alive or dead, finding out is the fun part!”
So I guess it’s autumn. Via SDA Matt, the always watchable Chef John:
And also via Matt, this meticulous recipe from Adam Ragusea, whom (yes “whom”, I have standards) I’ll definitely have to check out.
I know you people have recipes. Warm, cozy, high-fat recipes. Have at it.
