All Day I Dream About...
Last night I put Jonny to bed by reading aloud to him from Cook's Illustrated. All in all, it's not a bad way to ease into sleep, provided of course that the magazine's rousing description of bread baking doesn't get you all riled up. Of course, the after effects of these gustatory bedtime stories have left me with a serious case of lust for the rustic, wintry foods described in the most current issue-- roasted broccoli, french onion soup, spice cake, and that damned bread. I had a ham sandwich for lunch. It's enough to make a girl cry.
In other news, I need a dutch oven. I don't know how I've lived to the ripe ol' age of 27 without one.
In other news, I need a dutch oven. I don't know how I've lived to the ripe ol' age of 27 without one.