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Two weekends of fall weather in a row and I'm (somewhat pitifully) blissed out. Bright but crisp, just a little breezy is my favorite combination and the perfect excuse for massive amounts of domestic productivity. I've been delving into the archives of my favorite food blogs (101 cookbooks, gluten-free girl, and orangette) and coming up bright-eyed and heady with plans of roasted cauliflower, multitudes of egg dishes, smooth cheese on crisp bread, and possibly even a baked good or two though the custards look prettier to my eye. Tonight I'll make vanilla marscapone with berries for tarts and a quiche for post-party hangover tomorrow morning.
What's the proper term for culinary masturbation?
What's the proper term for culinary masturbation?