Remember the nice lady who brought me frozen ravioli? Well, she also dropped off some “meat sauce” that has been sitting in my freezer ever since. Tonight was its night to shine! I’m trying to pack to go to New Orleans (For business! Work! It will be all work, I swear!) and Ernie is busy with my dashing husband trying to assemble an awesome Lego construction crane his aunt and uncle sent him for his birthday. We have things to do, so we’ll eat frozen spaghetti sauce. It was okay. A bit acidic. Not as good as my homemade sauce. But that does seem a ridiculous standard. The proof was in the giant second serving I inhaled.
What Mom? Yes, yes we had vegetables. We had a salad buffet of leftover beet yogurt salad, radishes with butter (sound odd? talk to the French, they luv ‘e,m), fiddlehead ferns (long story, tell you later), radish salad, and greens with toasted cumin and yogurt. (What can I say? My intern was here today and I need to give her something to do.)
That’s right. It was a weird-ass dinner. Let the one who is without sin cast the first stone!
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