My dad grew up in a poor, single-mother family in LA during the Fifties. Every Sunday, the family would walk to church, along roads that were bordered by empty lots (this is before LA became the overdeveloped city it is today) where collard greens often grew wild. My dad and his siblings would leave the […]
One must never let chocolate ganache go to waste, especially when it’s been made with a huge bar of Scharffen Berger chocolate. Basak made me take a bag of extra macaron filling (yes, she practically forced it on poor, unsuspecting me). I’d thought about smearing it on bread, but that would have required making bread.