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Today, I am feeling in love with the world. Today, I am feeling generous.

Today, this LiveJournal is for you.

Ask me anything. Tell me anything. What do you want from this space? What do you want to see more of? Less of? What should change? Stay the same?

I make no promises, because the rest of the time, this LiveJournal is for me and you are all just along for the ride.

But today, just today, or as long as this mood lasts...

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As part of my "this LJ is for you" campaign of the day.

For felicks, what I had for dinner last night:

Lazy-ass Potato Spinach Gratin

This is lazy-ass because I didn't bother to look up a recipe or do any intermediate steps. Instead, I pre-heated the oven to 425 and just layered the ingredients in a casserole pan. No pre-cooking, no sauce-making, nothing. Just:

Potatoes
Spinach (raw, cleaned, stemmed)
Grated cheese (fontina in this case)
Salt and pepper (which I forgot until the end, but that's OK)

Repeat once, then top with more grated cheese and a sprinkle of Parmesan too.

It might have been a good idea to wilt the spinach first, just to make the layering easier. But this was lazy-ass, so I didn't. Frozen spinach would solve this problem, as might using a non-crinkly spinach variety.

Then I poured in a pint of cream. Honest. And stuck it in the oven and waited until at least a half hour had passed, probably more, and it smelled delicious and was browned on the top and I couldn't resist any more.

A whole pint might have been a bit too much cream, because there was still a lot of unabsorbed (but thickened, and warm) liquid in the pan. But the potatoes were cooked through, the spinach was too. And it was delicious and filling and comforting the way a gratin should be. More satisfying than my original plan, which was fried potatoes and a wilted spinach salad. Not that the latter wouldn't be what I crave under other circumstances. But deadlines make me crave butterfat, what can I say.

Poetry for nadyalec will have to wait until later. So will skin for abostick59.

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There is a small plastic bag in the break room labeled with a Post-It: "Pecans from Tree."

Makes you wonder where *other* pecans come from.