Analog Recipes for the Digital world:

This should be fairly obvious what i'm doing here...but, uh, by way of explanation it's um...recipes i've made up for my new diet. Let me know if you try them out.

I forgot to mention Fennel seed. I put crushed fennel seed in the initial batch with the onions that I sauteed. And also my 3x5 cards don't have spell checks, so i don't want to hear about it.

those are the directions, I guess that is obvious.

I'll be doing this a couple of times each week. Hope you like!

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