What I wouldn't do for some bucatini right now.When I think about it, last night's dessert was pure evil. It amounted to each person eating an egg, an ounce of chocolate, two tablespoons of butter, and two tablespoons of sugar. All I picture is dropping the stick of butter in the double boiler. But we had salmon and asparagus before that, which I believe is squarely within the Zone. To my fellow diners who regret the moment on the lips effecting a lifetime on the hips, I apologize for the extra mile you will run to keep your physique. But I know that none of us would have passed up that delectable warm chocolate souffle.
When I think about it some more, and on a different topic, my dad is like Mariah Carey. First of all, they both sing. I admit Mariah has more fans than my father. But more striking than that, is that they both spent the bulk of their youth working their asses off and now they are able to enjoy the spoils, and just work as much as it pleases them. I have thought a lot about them both in the past couple of days. Of course, not always as a team.
Happy weekend, amici miei.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 3:15 PM
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