Finally, some Marination support!

My next appointment is running 15 minutes late and I need to get this off my mind. I know, you're expecting me to write of drinking, the only kind of marination I've been up to lately.

But no, this time I'm serious. Marination. Really. Please join me in kissing the endless days, the overnight, the mushy texture of overmarination. Not that I really hold the Washington Post Food Section up as the final word culinary matters, but at least I no longer sound like a quack.

( Well, about marination, at least. )