My Sunday rituals are strong. They usually start with an early trip to the farmer’s market, followed by lots of recipe testing. I love cooking on Sundays. And then, TV. Lots of that too. The past few Sundays, I’ve spent watching Game of Thrones and I’m gonna lie, I barely understand what’s going on. Still. But I keep watching, thinking someday I’ll understand every single character, their family, etc. It’s wishful thinking, really. Silicon Valley is more my steez. Lots of awkwardness and a CEO who wears those tennis shoes that slip on like socks. Those are so strange. Why do those exists?! I don’t get it. Yesterday morning I was on the hunt for fiddleheads but couldn’t find them. I tried this dish pictured with favas on Friday night as a snack, when I was really hungry, and found it to be the most frustrating 15 minutes ever. Too much peeling, shucking; once, and then twice. Favas are a lot of work. I decided to cancel out the fava-idea and move on to fiddleheads, but after coming up short at the market, I settled on these Blue Lake Beans. These are pretty regional string beans, which are a teeny …

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