For you, I mixed ketchup with red wine and stirred up a sauce that dropped a food critic to one knee. I found relish in the fridge and whipped up a sweet pickle ice cream you inhaled after your first tentative lick.
I crusted a beautiful filet of fish with crumbled Fritos.
I pickled leftover watermelon rind and baked Fruit Loop cupcakes that ended up on the menu at some fancy joint in New York.
I chilled honey-minted ice tea after an afternoon sunning.
I steeped the risotto in cheddar cheese, only because there were no strawberries.
I enjoy rummaging through society’s dustbin for treasures that need polishing, like working out of your mostly empty fridge.
You whip up the whimsical in me.