As it turns out, I sadly no longer live with my parents. As far as married 30-somethings go, that’s probably appropriate – but it also means that coming back to my own kitchen and its creations can sometimes feel, well, a little less grand? After all, it’s not every day you make beef Wellington. And then hunt for your own oysters. And eat them. And then make pierogies from scratch, assembly-line style.
But we still have hungry his-and-her mouths to feed, so we’ll slowly get back into the swing of things.
Monday – Stromboli night!
Tuesday – leftover Thai
Wednesday/NYE – veggie paella dinner party
Thursday – out for Mexican!
Friday – pasta with sausage and fennel