Imitosis

Last night, I realized that the dregs of the buttermilk in my fridge were on their last legs. What better time to use up the bizarre Baggie of flour I'd dredged up from my spice cabinet while moving and make dessert: a cornmeal Dutch baby with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top?

It might have been the cornmeal, or it might have been the fact that I had about half the amount of batter I should have been pouring into my lovely cast-iron skillet, but this Dutch baby was rather denser than usual. Doesn't mean it wasn't delicious, though.

Dinner tonight was an imitation tabbouleh. Oh, yes, it had parsley and mint and lemon juice, but it also had beets and goat cheese and raw sweet corn and barley (not bulghur). Forgive me?