Slow Simmer

I love to make sauces.

My wife Ginny used to get after me for my sauces.  I would come up with reasons to pour hollandaise, Béarnaise and velouté over almost anything.  That was before I met up with Dr. Killyasoon.

Now I eat peas and tofu — and I hear voices –

I put together a quick casserole yesterday for my son. He finished it because I had to drive to the office and cover the McDonald’s crash story.

Alton Brown made a version of this and I lifted it from him.

I crisped fried about a pound of bacon and steamed a couple of chicken thighs — I cooked a quick tomato sauce with garlic, red peppers, whole canned tomatoes and other tomato sauce stuff and reduced it with red wine.

At this point I got the call and had my son finish  the dish.

He put sauce in a casserole pan and layered flour and corn tortillas, cheese, bacon, chicken and more tomato sauce. I wanted him to put cottage cheese and tortilla chips on top then a final layer of cheese, but I was in a hurry and forgot to tell him.

He built it without the chips and said it was good.

I ate green olives and yoghurt — I need a doctor who skipped about two or three years of that pesky medical school.