We're that obvious, are we?
Number of cookbooks the milliner and I received collectively for Xmas: five, (completing our Bourdain and Thomas Keller collections). Number of pounds we'll collectively gain in the next few months: I don't even want to think about it. However, it will be a slow, delicious descent into hell, replete with buttery sauces, fine pastries, meats slow-braised in veal fat, etc. Oh, and frites. Lots of frites. With aioli. Must go now and cook.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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