Shepherd’s Pie for One (Not Sad Though)
Once the temperature calls for cable-knit sweaters and brown liquor (consumed with a thousand-yard stare while recounting stories of the sea’s cruelty), I could eat Shepherd’s Pie every day. And rather than make one giant pie and navigate around it in the fridge for a week, I prep the meat, the potatoes, and fire them in individual mini cocottes. And that’s not to be fancy, but because fresh shepherd’s pie on a few minutes notice is incredibly Bachannalian to my Dad sensibilities.
Note: For some reason, the then-editor insisted that this have some kind of 30-minute time minute to it. Reasons escape me, but the post performed well so he’s clearly smarter than me. That said, you can swing that if you already have some leftover mashed potatoes, but I’m no Rachel Ray here.