Yes, it’s technically still summer. However, after my brisk morning walk, some primitive neurocorner of my brain began firing the ‘it’s autumn!’ signal. I felt compelled to seek out a football game. The far stronger compulsion was for baking. You see, during the hot hot heat, my oven sits vacant, while the outdoor grill handles the bulk of the culinary work. The object of my oven-reacquainting desire was an
Alsatian onion tart; something I bake annually.
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