Cooking & Baking

but there was no way I could afford specialty buckwheat flour, pancetta, or Italian sausage when I was poor. This is food for the steadily employed on a week night, something the kids can relate to and cheaper than big hunks of meat, something they might see for Sunday dinner.

When you're really poor, you're way past the simple weeknight fare with any sort of meat, at all. Maybe you can afford a chicken breast or little piece of fish twice a month, but that's about it. That eighth pound of something (about the least they'll do) isn't for a sandwich, it's going to last you a whole week as a flavoring for otherwise really bland fare like skilly.

Real poverty is like a freeloading relative who shows up on your doorstep and for reasons you can't always explain, he's yours for the duration. I hope this gang of absolute idiots in the White House is bounced out in favor of someone more rational (which might even be Vance, he lies so much we don't know who he is) and I won't have to start posting recipes to survive poverty until it goes away.

This recipe, while good, won't be among them, it's way too expensive.