tortilla española outta controlla. image courtesy forkthis.blogspot.com.
I’ve been blowing a lot of mental fuses lately. Maybe it’s the August heat. Maybe it’s the August humidity. More likely, it’s the August heat and humidity. Other than weird acts of spelling, this resulted last week in my entering a cookoff to benefit the Greenpoint Soup Kitchen. This wasn’t any ordinary cookoff. I don’t say that because most cookoffs don’t involve sandwiches that you bring with you to a backyard in Brooklyn; or because most cookoffs lack a list of prizes half so fabulous; or even because most cookoffs aren’t for as good a cause (since I have no objection to cooking for cooking’s sake, I can hardly rate a cookoff for a soup kitchen above a cookoff for cooking-off’s sake). This cookoff was extraordinary because it was my first.
