While in the midst of making this Sunday's brunch menu I had to pause to make myself some food. After all, one cannot write and obsess over food without indulging in some from time to time. At first I was slightly disappointed upon discovering that this was all our home fridge had to yield:
Once I settled into eating, I couldn't get past the fact that what I tasted curiously (but ever-so-enticingly) reminded me of eating Buffalo Hot Wings (something I haven't done since I was like ten years old, and which probably took place at my soccer team's end-of-the-season party- trophies included), though this was decidedly much better. The combination of the tang from the blue cheese with the spice from the chili was gloriously intoxicating. I suddenly felt like my "bummer" lunch was secretly the best thing that's ever happened to me on a gloomy January day. My dreary meal suddenly had an instant shot of "pop," and I couldn't help but feel like I was eating some really amazing bar snack-which felt completely naughty and exhilarating at 11:30 in the morning. I absolutely adore when food does that.
Without too much hesitation I was able to convince myself that these flavors must make their way on to the menu (whichever menu), perhaps with the addition of some sweet roasted butternut squash, sour cream, and celery sticks on the side. So keep an eye out; this one is too good not to tweak and share.
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