Sometimes you have to go with the flow.
I had set out to make stuffed squid -- I had even told Margy so, which got her psyched -- but I wasn't explicit enough with my fishmonger. He went heavy on the tentacles, which I wouldn't mind ordinarily, but I found myself with a dearth of stuffable bodies. So I put the food processor away and made squid stew, in a sauce of tomato with garlic, shallot, herbs, and a shot of pinot noir.
This would have been wonderful over pasta, but we mopped things up with bread instead.
A recipe follows this post.
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