Drawing on the Dark Side of the BrainChapter 42 Alien
I cut my Protein class Friday morning and went straight to the store. I had four large pre-orders for Easter to prepare and then I needed to get smaller dishes ready for the people who would wait until today and tomorrow to start planning Easter dinner. I don’t know who figures out what food is appropriate for what holiday. Some of it I understand—like butterflying thick rib steaks to put in special heart-shaped grilling tins for Valentine’s Day. We’d sold a lot of those. But who decided that...