A few days ago, we were in the kitchen prepping for a dinner party at which we served bacon wrapped steak, parmesan crusted potatoes and zucchini, sauteed burgundy mushrooms, and a massive salad. (Pictures to come) The steak marinade called for garlic, so I set to chopping and then began to mince. The smell was divine and prompted Jennie to exclaim…
“That garlic is like my soul.” JP, 9.20.09
Intriguing? You bet. Confusing? Definitely. However, no explanation was needed. We’d been kicking around this blog idea for a few days already, and we knew then that we’d found a name.
Til next time…
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