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Let’s say you find chicken thighs, carrots, half a box of penne, an almost-empty jar of harissa, some butter and heavy cream.

The initially jarring juxtaposition of then and now — fiction and documentary — quickly becomes intoxicating, inviting the viewer to both contemplate the ceaseless passage of time and ponder the seamless temporal transitions.

It’s jarring to realize this will be his 15th season and that he’ll turn 34 in August.

If you’re looking to enliven jarred sauce or some plain tomato puree, you can never go wrong with enriching the latent flavors.

They get shoved into paper fast-food bags, drowned in sausage gravy and yanked from refrigerated tubes with a jarring pop.