Then, dining, it felt like Sunday.
It was only Wednesday.
A day when the old Catalyst took over the kitchen, not for baking but for cooking our dinner.
It was Italian.
Accompanied by a beautiful (as always) salad created by Judy.
A plate of Fusili Corti Bucati with Italian sausage and tomato sauce and mozzarella and ricotta and parmesan.
And then there was Judy's garlic toast and a glass of red and . . . oh, gawd my tummy is smiling, smiling smiling.
Viva Italia!
What a feast! Almost too prettybto eat. Almost.
ReplyDeleteI want to eat at your house! That's my kind of meal.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE garlic bread!
ReplyDeleteLooks heavenly!
ReplyDeleteLooks delicious!
ReplyDeleteI just finished breakfast, but now you've made me hungry!
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the garlic bread!
ReplyDeleteWow! I wanna eat dinner at YOUR house!
ReplyDeleteAnd you didn't even invite me?
ReplyDeleteSounds good.
ReplyDeleteNo offense, but I would much rather have this than anything dessert you bake!
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