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!