While I’d consider myself a black raspberry chocolate chip, gingerbread molasses and banana oreo with jimmies in a cone, I’m married to a vanilla.
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While I’d consider myself a black raspberry chocolate chip, gingerbread molasses and banana oreo with jimmies in a cone, I’m married to a vanilla.
I can’t understand why you’re still here but, since you are, I’m thinking I have a good chance of being forgiven, right? Neglect doesn’t even begin to describe the state of affairs here at The Shortlists
There are few things I compete with for Francesco’s attention. One of them is steak. Another is books. Another is street performers (cannot. pull. him. away.)
Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
It’s been too long (which in our world is two weeks) since we had a dinner party but tonight we’re back on track.
As you can tell from my recent shortlists, I’ve been making a lot of quiche. Quiche for birthdays, quiche for academics. Cold quiche for lunch, picked at for 5pm snack, warmed quiche for dinner.
The first time I had this dish it almost killed me. It was a hot summer night in Rome. Francesco and I were still in the wooing stage of things, and I was still apt to impress him with my taste for fine whiskey (which I hate) and ability to wander museums for loooong stretches (which I don’t possess)
Cherries are in season at my local supermarket. I know that cherries grow in the summer. I know I should really only buy local, seasonal produce.