In this wild time, I think it’s safe to say my body composition is now 90 percent caramelized allium. I’ve been eating jammy-tomato-paste pantry pastas, rice-cooker mujadarra, wontons dotted with jars and jars of homemade chile crisp. I’m now able to peel an ungodly amount of papery skins without crying and in only one act of a This American Life episode.
When done, and I’m admiring my papery thin rings on one end of the cutting board, it’s very hard to ignore the equally large (if not larger) mound of papery skins on the other. Any way you slice it, I spent the same amount of time harvesting the skins, as I did the “meat”. Could I give them a destination nobler than the compost bin?
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