After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: coals
The Grilled Duck
This weekend was really a return to the Astoria salad days, when I would spend the day toddling from one fascinating grocery store to another, and then spend hours cooking dinner.
Welcome home!
This is what the guayabera-clad staff of luxury hotels seem to have taken to saying to arriving guests, even when it's just me driving up in my lub-lub-lubbing little blue Bug, with big sweat stains under the arms of my sink-washed shirt.