While eating meals made from vegetables that come in a box straight off of a real live nearby farm is, undoubtedly, like, totally awesome, sometimes all that I want is what I like to think of as a "because-I-can-meal." Known better in other circles as the "why not?" meal movement, the "what are we sheep?" culinary anti-cotillion, or the "spaghetti for breakfast" battle hymn, I have been pushing the "because-I-can" meal agenda for as long as I can remember. Who says that we must have eggs in the morning hours, that the only respectable place for a sandwich is lunch, and that anyone who wants to make it in this world better think twice before they take their knife and fork come dinnertime to anything other than a square, somber protein with two sides?
I say to
Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire with them. They are certainly not invited to dine with me tonight, while I partake in one of my favorite because-I-can's: that old faithful, the PB&J, a glass of red wine, and chipotle sweet potato fries from Publix's freezer section for dessert.
I'd give you the recipe, but it's a family secret.
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