In the sunroom, sipping on the first Aperol spritzes of spring.
Beast: How much money would it take for you to agree to murder someone?
Beast: The thing is, you don’t have to murder them yourself, you just have to pick somebody. And you’ll never be caught.
Foodie: I don’t know. Like, a $150 million?
Beast: I’d charge $1,800.
The Beast made two dinners last week: both were meat salads. The first was grilled wild trout with roasted potatoes and this dressing (if you don’t have cilantro, use mint, parsley or a combination of all three), overtop of mixed greens from the Sorauren Farmers’ Market. The second was grilled flank with all the same ingredients. I could eat variations of this meal all summer long.