When you want to utterly transform your world for the night, just prepare a bourguignon. The first time I ever made a bourguignon, it all made sense. Why so many people run away to France to learn how to cook. The smells are soul shaking; who could ever go back to the way it was before? In some posh other world, there’s a version of myself sitting on a Parisian balcony watching the city tilt underneath me. The aroma of red wine, fresh thyme, and bay leaves will have you muttering French phrases and proclaiming your immediate departure to the…
