Smoked paprika ketchup, with cloves added. It was made at a farm in Pennsylvania (a lot of the meat and produce I buy comes from a farmer’s market and ultimately from the area around Gettysburg). We were cooking a steak and the dog, who we were watching for a few days, seemed indifferent when I took it out of the fridge and then grew progressively short of breath as I cooked it to medium.
(Photo: Roscoe.)
365 Days of Food 