'Twas another fine night of dining wrought from the pages of the cookbook of the Jerusalem brothers from different mothers. I asked * if she might be interested in cooking with me, yesterday. She was, but had to spend the day helping a friend pack. So, with little sleep and a clouded mind, I went to the grocery store, expecting something to come together as I slogged through the bodies, produce, and proteins. The magic didn't happen, so I made bacon burger sliders on Hawaiian rolls. But this morning, she asked me to pull out the Jerusalem cookbook. She picked a couple dishes I haven't made, I went back to the grocery (three of them), and a delicious meal was had. I mostly soused, so she could focus on the making, and it was a wonderful Sunday evening. And no pictures, much to the delight of everyone that happens on this post, I'm sure.