Sometimes I see things on my screen and I wonder how they were constructed and then I find a way to do it myself and it’s the only way I can convincingly call myself someone who creates; someone who works with their hands. A tangle of greens drenched in dressing sits atop a chicken cutlet still bubbling from its frying state. A creamy, crunchy, delicately spiced slaw – fridge cold and thickly cut – releases all the right kind of juices for the chicken to mop up.
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