Lillo made me think that maybe, while Sal & I are at the cockfight, I could choose the winning gamecock ("But what does a killer rooster look like?") and then meet the trainer. ("They don't train them, Lil! They are born scrappy!")
Then I could buy my own gamecock & entrust that bird's winning legacy, Lillo said, to that trainer. But my bird & my bones.
Omigod! I said. Like Diane Lane in Secretariat! But with chickens instead of horses!
I love it! Sofia Vergara could play me in the movie! I envision the trainer being someone Casey Affleck could play with gritty poignancy.
I know you are killing yourself laughing right now. Breathe. Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!
Ok, seriously. Let's get serious.
I have to do everything, I guess, and that includes the GP Test Kitchen.
It was not selfless. Hanukkah is coming up and I am auditioning fried things because Hanukkah frying night after night is hard on my tummy. Better at breakfast. So when GP put this coconut-flour pancake in a recent issue, I got right on it.
They are not photogenic and they are pretty eggy. If you are familiar with those little Syrian omelette dumplings -- idk what they are called, but they come in all the veg and are standard. Well, this is like a coconut version of those. Eggy. Coconut omelette dumplings.
Isn't it just maniacal, the way she writes about smothering in maple syrup? Ew. Yk what these need? Blueberries. Just a few fresh berries, sprinkled on before you flip. I guess I'll know next June.
Fried! Hanukkah, check! Love you, love love. Man, holiday cards are coming on strong already, egads xoxoxox