As much as I dread the possibility of reincarnation, I do have an uncharacteristic urge to plan for it when I spot really good gigs for the next life. Like recipe developer for the Idaho potato pushers, who must be paid in serious drugs. I unfolded the accordion folder of eight and thought I’d picked up the Onion by mistake. They didn’t really coat chicken cutlets with hash browns (and Bisquick!), did they? How much gravy were they huffing when they stuffed acorn squash full of mashed potatoes? And what in the name of Montezuma’s Revenge were they thinking, using potatoes in tortilla soup? Why? The vichyssoise leeks were taken?