I'm the first to admit to being a girl who, from time to time, heartily enjoys a good, honest, mascara smearing, nose dripping, boyfriend repelling, soul cleansing cry. But this is (hopefully) not the riveting narrative for which you've been searching. So in the spirit of entertaining you, my invisible readership of potentially none, I have chosen to focus my energies upon a different sort of cry.
I invite you to join me on a mission to cook and eat something so earth shatteringly good that it brings tears to my eyes. I'm talking rivulets of joyful realization pouring down my face upon discovering something so fucking delicious that it literally, yes LITERALLY, changes my world. And in exchange for reading this excruciatingly detailed account of my culinary endeavors, I guess you get the recipe. Suckers.
Sufficiently alienated? Okay, let's go.