Madeleines & Mac and Cheese, Bellinis & Spanish Tortillas; or “Adulting, But Make It Potatoes”
Krystal deigned to visit me in the northernmost reaches of Massachusetts where I live (basically New Hampshire, as I tell people, which is like the world’s saddest inside joke between me and just my address; no one laughs at it—of course, how could they). 80% of what we did was eat potatoes. At one point, Krystal said, it seems like we’re guessing at what adults do. Is this right? Are we doing this right? We ask as we cook about…
