Between last Saturday and this, if you’d asked me what I’d done with my week, chances are I wouldn’t be able to say. Not that I’ve been extremely busy, it’s just been one of those incoherent, dog days of summer type weeks.
A lot of last minute movies, tape recording incidents, and spoons were involved. Maybe this is easier to explain what went down.
I hope what I have next can make up for this lackluster post. It’s kind of a secret right now, but it’s got something to do with family recipes. And lasagna. And a 72-year-old domestic goddess.
This isn't product placement, I swear!
This is a baby frittata.
A lunch-time present from a friend. Jealous? Yeah, I know. She plucked it from her garden, I ate it with a knife, fork and salt.
Cupcakes, wraps, brie and cauliflower gratin. Delicious, incoherent picnics.
I don’t even remember you taking that photo.
Heather Li
September 8, 2009 at 2:25 pm