Doing a deeper dive into the sedimentary layers of my refrigerator I discovered amongst the various assorted oddments that lay hidden from view in my trove of cottage cheese containers (I’m always a little nervous popping these open, you cannot see inside I never know what I gonna find) I discovered leftover roasted tomatoes and, in an effort to wedge a quart and a half of Kiltie custard into the freezer, some slightly freezer-burned chicken thighs. And made this sloppish sort of stuff and ate it on (leftover) toast. It was really, really delicious. I need to work this one up into a real recipe.