Tomato-herb bruschetta; crab cakes; spaghetti with basil pesto; blueberry cake.
So amid all the late-August transition insanity, we planned for ourselves one peaceful oasis: Dinner with Allison and Mark. They brought the wine, I made the food. And even though we were at our house--a house full of children who continue to demand food, attention, a bath, stories before bed even though Mommy and Daddy are Entertaining, isn't that ridiculous--it was just a delightful evening, fun and happy, the perfect antidote to this stupid time of year.
Of course I forgot to take pictures.
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Your kids are sooooooo lucky. I hope they all learn to cook like you do because I doubt any women can live up to the amazing skills of Mama.
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