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  • I don't understand people who don't like to cook. For me, preparing my own food from scratch is a sacred act - like taking a crowbar to my ordinary, end-gaining life, and prying open a door to a sensual holiday.

    Tonight I came home from work, as I always do, and began an adventure when I opened my fridge door. What appealed to me tonight? What needed using up - right now?

    I pulled out a fennel bulb. I could broil it... or better yet, sauté it, which wouldn't take as long.

    I felt like something salad-like. Romaine hearts, avocado, and sautéed tomatoes.

    But wait - I had some kale that was going to go south soon. I could make kale chips...

    The fennel was cold in my hand as I sliced it in half, to save some for another day. It got sautéed in coconut oil until it was golden, and then set aside.

    The kale was ripped into bite-sized pieces and put in the oven, after drizzling it with more coconut oil. The sizzling grease set off my smoke alarm after a few minutes, and my kitchen was filled with a complex, roasted vegetable scent.

    On a bed of shredded romaine I slid a couple of sliced avocados. They got topped with the sautéed fennel and the kale chips, when they were done. Two deep red plum tomatoes got sliced and sautéed at the very end, and went on top of everything. Plus a few dashes of red wine vinegar, and sea salt.

    The taste was one of those perfect blends of sweet, bitter, salty, sour, crisp, smooth, and chewy.

    Amazing salad.
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