I'm having a small dinner party tonight. There was a time in my life when I was all about the art of the meal.
I'm over that in such a large way I had every intention of going to the store and picking up all pre-made ingredients. The universe is messing with me. Nothing my local market usually had pre-made was pre-made.
I'm stuck cooking. It's 5:00pm. I'm supposed to be skewering bacon wrapped scallops, making pretty little antipasto platters, sweeping floors and getting into a party mood.
Instead I'm here, posting this:
It just makes me feel so much better than stirring...and btw, Beaver Meadow Farms will sell you this wool as well as your very own alpaca so you can watch your own wool grow.