Some farmers' market slicker talked me into buying a mess of chard. And I do mean mess. Yeah, not a fan.
But I had a butt-load of it, so I had to use it a couple of times before I could rationalize shoving it to the back of the refrigerator and pretending I forgot about it until it was too far gone to even open the bag.
So I made this:
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