Ok, even if you are not obsessed with pork and beans, this is strange. On Sunday, I recommended making cassoulet to a friend who had landed some pork shoulder. On monday I had a dream about making said cassoulet. On Tuesday, my boss told me about his upcoming cassoulet experiment, and we waxed philosophical about the magical properties of kielbasa (clearly, he deferred to my expertise, being from Chicago and all). On Wednesday, my boss came in announcing to everyone that he had brought me leftover cassoulet to taste. That cassoulet has now ruined lunch and dinner for me. Not that I'm complaining.
In the spirit of the cassoulet theme, I am thinking about making it this weekend for my eternally stick-thin friend, Max. He never gains a pound, and I never stop trying to get him to. Report to follow.
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