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!
11 comments:
What a feast! Almost too prettybto eat. Almost.
I want to eat at your house! That's my kind of meal.
I LOVE garlic bread!
Looks heavenly!
Looks delicious!
I just finished breakfast, but now you've made me hungry!
You had me at the garlic bread!
Wow! I wanna eat dinner at YOUR house!
And you didn't even invite me?
Sounds good.
No offense, but I would much rather have this than anything dessert you bake!
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