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It took some searching, but I have now learned that "light" is a UK term for "lung." During earlier dips into Patience Gray's Honey from a Weed, I hadn't noticed the recipe for "splína ke kokorétsi katsikíou: grilled goat's lights" (which Nigel Slater uses as as a springboard for a paean to offal in general. Gray's recipe also mentions "lamb's pluck," which Elizabeth Minchilli explains comprises the heart, lungs, and liver. Izzy Cohen states that "lights" meant "lungs" in Old English (as "the least dense body part") and that the phrase "I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you" alludes to the speaker wanting to pummel the liver (the most dense body part) and lights out of the target. Ah, language.
Some other day, when I'm feeling more playful, I shall riff on the line "above all lights must be fresh" from Gray's recipe, and also on typing "heart" when I meant "hear" in a message (e.g., the blur of intensity between "I heart you" and "I hear you").
Reading these recipes about sweetbreads is also putting me in the mood to cook them, but what I actually have on hand are pork loins that need to be cooked today, and onions from the quick-sale rack, along with a manuscript keeping me at home (which is fine, since I went to cookouts the past two nights). I am going to attempt a variation on Susanna Hoffman's recipe in Olive and Capers for pork stew, which includes olives, anchovies, red wine, and white beans.
This weekend's hit from my kitchen was brownies (Duncan Hines mix spiked with candied orange peel, allspice, and pecans). At yesterday's gathering, someone brought a fluffy feta-garlic dip that may redefine my relationship with feta (I don't usually go out of my way for feta, but this was goooood). This week's deadlines preclude me getting caught up in anything ambitious, but last Thursday a friend handed to me her copies of four Elizabeth David books. There will be dreaming. :-)
Some other day, when I'm feeling more playful, I shall riff on the line "above all lights must be fresh" from Gray's recipe, and also on typing "heart" when I meant "hear" in a message (e.g., the blur of intensity between "I heart you" and "I hear you").
Reading these recipes about sweetbreads is also putting me in the mood to cook them, but what I actually have on hand are pork loins that need to be cooked today, and onions from the quick-sale rack, along with a manuscript keeping me at home (which is fine, since I went to cookouts the past two nights). I am going to attempt a variation on Susanna Hoffman's recipe in Olive and Capers for pork stew, which includes olives, anchovies, red wine, and white beans.
This weekend's hit from my kitchen was brownies (Duncan Hines mix spiked with candied orange peel, allspice, and pecans). At yesterday's gathering, someone brought a fluffy feta-garlic dip that may redefine my relationship with feta (I don't usually go out of my way for feta, but this was goooood). This week's deadlines preclude me getting caught up in anything ambitious, but last Thursday a friend handed to me her copies of four Elizabeth David books. There will be dreaming. :-)
