All of which is to wish you all a happy St. Valentine's Day. It was a little calmer around our home. I fixed a Shrimp Scampi bake, Fettucini Alfredo, a salad, a freshly-baked loaf of French bread and we tested out a couple of straight-from-the-supermarket cheesecake samples for dessert. Oh, and a bottle of Chardonnay. I meant to take pictures but everything was getting done at the same time and in the excitement I forgot. So this is the only one I got, after the cheesecakes.
The BRD communicated by e-mail this afternoon and told me of her menu for herself and her Beau Jack: Brie en croute, shrimp cocktails, lobster bisque with salad, Red Velvet cake and champagne.
Sounds like all four of us did pretty good today. I hope your day (and eating) went just as well.
My cottage pie washed down with elderflower cordial sounds very much less romantic!
ReplyDeleteVery romantic, the food. The massacre, not that romantic; passionate yes, but in the wrong way! Poor Bugsy! Al Capone never tried for his part, the FBI got him on, of all things, tax evasion. I guess that being more serious than he being a murderer. He died of sphyllis too I heard...Amazing the purple gang and Chicago gangsters...full of intrigue! Thank-you for your sentiments here!
ReplyDeleteJane - I checked out recipes for cottage pie. Sounds delicious but, yes, maybe not romantic!
ReplyDeleteChiccoreal - Capone did suffer from syphlis but died, as most of us do, from cardiac arrest.
Looks like you licked the plate, Mr. C!
ReplyDeleteI actually saw Capone's prison cell at the Philadelphia Penitentiary. He lived quite royally compared to the other inmates.
ReplyDeleteOh, you Tess. You've been peeking!
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