When I moved out to LA all on my lonesome after I graduated college, my mom gave me the best present possible: a spiral-bound notebook filled with her (and my aunts’, and my grandma’s, and my great-grandma’s) recipes.
At 8AM this morning, I launched myself out of bed and into a hideous pair of sweats and made my way to Agata & Valentina, our local fancy foods place, to buy ingredients for this afternoon’s NonSociety lunch meeting.
Post-piano lesson dinner with Mom and Kendrick at 44 1/2.
Last night I was feeling a) desirous of some meat and b) cash-poor, so I came up with what I thought was the perfect solution: Chicken Marsala.
Lucy gave her silent approval of my Chicken Marsala.