Some of my best friends make recipes out of Martha Stewart Living.
This is actually true and not just a facetious statement, and since occasionally they bring us the fruits of their labors and thus far haven’t shown any signs of alien possession we call this quirky and endearing rather than insane.
Admittedly I occasionally read Martha Stewart Living – usually when I’m over for dinner at afore mentioned friends’ house – but I’ve never seen a recipe of hers and thought, “now that’s something I’m going to make”. It isn’t that her recipes are unappetizing, it’s just that they’re unrealistic. They’re for desserts that call for 30 eggs and involve three cakes stacked together to make a single centerpiece. They’re for stews that have 18 steps and take five hours to make. I lack that kind of patience.
Monday Night Dinner 