Being part of the family here in Chicagoland (actually, Northwest Burblcavia) means that I get to partake of some seasonal delights and occasionally take a stab at cooking them. Take latkes. Please! Take another! I like them a lot. But they can be really greasy and high in calories. A few years back, I had run across a really great recipe that makes a huge amount of latkes, but it also calls for a boatload of oil. It also comes with philosophical musings: The Constitutional Foundations of Shirley Edelman’s Latke. However, I happened across the following recipe in my news…
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My life doesn’t really run to a narrative. There’s the basic “get up, go to work, come home, eat something, do something, go to bed” framework, but there’s no grand sweeping Story of my Life. It’s just a collection of random moments. That being said, some days are a little out of the ordinary in minor ways. Today started out normal, got different, then got normal. It was very slow at work – as in, frighteningly, “when are they going to start training us on other accounts” slow. Not terrifyingly “when are they going to start to pull in the…