Prepare for tales of a dream house guest. My best friend from high school is in town for an extra-long weekend. Guess what she likes to do when she visits? Projects. There is no one better to help me clean out a closet–she makes me try stuff on and gives deeply honest assessments (from “could you look cuter?” to “who are you” to “what were you thinking” to a burst of dismayed laughter). Past visits have included such highlights as digging up a dead tree in the yard, painting the study, assembling furniture of all sorts. We’re going to spend the weekend pulling up carpeting and I can’t wait!
In exchange for hard labor, I cook for her. She does not cook for herself. She is a cereal-for-breakfastdinner kind of gal. Once when I was visiting her, she came home from work, looked around her kitchen, decided there wasn’t anything to eat and proceeded to try and eat cold black beans out of the can. I confiscated the can and made her some huevos rancheros.
Last night I wowed her with this spinach, pecorino, pistachio pasta my family has fallen for this spring, adding a fair number of beet greens to the spinach portion. (I’ll stop making this when we run out of pistachios, I promise!)
She also tasted strawberries straight out of the farm box and declared that fruit that good just might make her move to California.
I’m crossing my fingers.
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