I returned from a child-free Napa Valley getaway with my husband to a fridge containing a whole mess of leftover paella and un-used frisée from our little soirée last Friday.
Since the original was a bit crunchy, I poured a bit of chicken stock on it before covering it and heating it up. I then dug little holes in the rice and asked my husband to crack eggs into them. (No cooking for me, remember?) Covered and baked a bit longer, we all enjoyed the leftovers–including a frisée salad–immensely. Even my mother-in-law, who has become used to decidedly more elaborate fare when she visits. Even my son, who had one eye on a chocolate bunny all through dinner.
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