Glorious food
I just came in from the garden with three colanders full of salad greens, two kinds of spinach and three varieties of leaf lettuce that my dad grew. His garden is what he calls his little old Italian man hobby, where he grows salad greens, carrots, beets, peppers, radishes, peas, green beans, tomatoes, onions, basil, and even a scattering of potatoes. He just put the cucumber in today as I was picking. One thing that's nice about being at home is having garden-grown salads with dinner every night. It's too early in the season for everything to bed ready yet though, so I'll be gone by the time every ingredient in the salads comes from the garden, but last summer it was very fun, not to mention tasty and healthy.
My mom and I are on the way to pick up special olive oil and balsamic vinegar from Williams-Sonoma. That high-end stuff is unbelievably delicious, though so expensive that I only ever really have it at home. Those two ingredients are said to be some of those with the highest diference in quality made by how much you paid for it.
Heh, my mom is so funny. We asked her what she wanted for dinner on Mother's Day, and what does she say? Pizza. My mom loves the stuff and my dad hates it, so they don't usually have it now that they're the only ones at home. My dad is going out of town in an hour or so, so tonight my brother and I are taking Mom to an Italian place in town known for its gourmet pizza.
I flipped the TV on to the Food Network and saw a pretty woman in an even prettier (though somewhat incongruous-seeming) embroidered waist cincher making a meal entirely so packed weith cheese I probably couldn't be in the same room with it, and unless that waist cincher is cinching in a heck of a lot more than it looks to be, she probably doesn't actually eat it either. I am, however, impressed that she somehow managed to peel a baked potato.
My mom and I are on the way to pick up special olive oil and balsamic vinegar from Williams-Sonoma. That high-end stuff is unbelievably delicious, though so expensive that I only ever really have it at home. Those two ingredients are said to be some of those with the highest diference in quality made by how much you paid for it.
Heh, my mom is so funny. We asked her what she wanted for dinner on Mother's Day, and what does she say? Pizza. My mom loves the stuff and my dad hates it, so they don't usually have it now that they're the only ones at home. My dad is going out of town in an hour or so, so tonight my brother and I are taking Mom to an Italian place in town known for its gourmet pizza.
I flipped the TV on to the Food Network and saw a pretty woman in an even prettier (though somewhat incongruous-seeming) embroidered waist cincher making a meal entirely so packed weith cheese I probably couldn't be in the same room with it, and unless that waist cincher is cinching in a heck of a lot more than it looks to be, she probably doesn't actually eat it either. I am, however, impressed that she somehow managed to peel a baked potato.