My apologies for my moment of idiocy in the last blog entry. I have Walt Whitman instead of T.S. Eliot saying April is the cruelest month. For some reason, I had it in my brain that that line was from Leaves of Grass, but it's actually from The Waste Land. Man, Erica. Brush up on your poetry before you start spewing in your blog. I am a boob.
Failure: Roasted Green Tomatoes
This soup was an utter failure. I roasted a bunch of green tomatoes, thinking I could salvage them from the fall garden. I'd make roast...
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This soup was an utter failure. I roasted a bunch of green tomatoes, thinking I could salvage them from the fall garden. I'd make roast... -
It's Sunday. I'm folding laundry and watching food porn (Food Channel!). This morning, J. and I were going to have bagels and/or ce...
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