Okay, first a disclaimer. I really dislike the above picture and normally I wouldn't use something so bad but I know I've not been posting many recipes lately so I just bit the bullet and did it anyway. I have a myriad of excuses as to why the photo looks the way it does (the battery in my normal camera died so I had to use one that doesn't do well in low light, I'm trying to get used to the lighting in my new kitchen, etc.) but it's not very interesting and I don't feel like going into it.
Normally, on the thankfully rare occasions where I'm not pleased with my photography I'd just wait and make the dish again and redo the pictures, then post them. But in this case, I had already made this dish twice in five days. It was unlikely that I'd be making it again very soon. Although I might.
Ok so anyway, my dad was in town from Missouri this past week. He was here to help do a little work on the house, painting mostly. Several weeks ago I suggested half jokingly that he should come out and paint the new kitchen cabinets and shelves we had built in the living room. A few days went by and he called and expressed interest in doing it. Soon he'd gotten a plane ticket, he packed his tarp and a few paint brushes, I borrowed an air mattress from Annie and Pierson (for me and Mark, not for him. Don't worry) and the plan was set.
The first couple nights he was here, we took him out to eat. But eventually, I wanted to make him a nice, home cooked meal. As my work day was drawing to a close, I thought back to a recipe in Nancy Silverton's book A Twist of the Wrist. From what I could recall, the ingredients list was minimal and would be quick and easy to find at any supermarket on my way home. Mark and I swung by Ralph's and got what I needed and as soon as I got home, I dug Nancy's book out of a pile of chaos in our second bedroom and got to work.INGREDIENTS