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Archive - Jan 8, 2010

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Braised Short Ribs (Final)

We are in that phase of Minnesota Winter known to all, or at least to me, as the Deep Fuckety Shit. There is snow, there is ice, and for the better part of two weeks, it's been hovering around zero, with wind chills stripping flesh from bone, then stripping bone from marrow, then stripping marrow from the empty nothingness of existence.