Oxford is wearing me out. I am still recovering from the Georgia game 2 weekends ago. Mollie and I had guests, which for us is more exciting than the actual game.
starting the weekend off with celebratory balloons at our little cottage |
this is the reason I needed a break from the grove, games, and library, I'm talking about the |
With that said. Around 2 oclock I attempted to regain control of the kitchen. “OH! I see avacodas in the fridge! How about guac chips and dip for the football games??” yeah sounds great. I get out all the ingredients, slip on my gloves, pull out my knife and then here comes a little birdie “can I chop one thing”. I am laughing as im typing because as much as I love cooking I love that he loves to help more.
I cant believe after chips and dip and then a cupcake tasting we wanted dinner but we did and so we ate. We ate the best supper we both had ever had. Ever. The most perfectly cooked steak (thanks to bowen) and the truffled risotto, not just truffle oil, but real black truffles mom brought back from Italy. I would like to recreate that meal and share with everyone I love because it was one of a kind
toasting the arborrio rice in garlic garlic and shallots |
black truffles fresh of the plane from Italia |
I've lost all privileges of cooking my own steak from here on out, because mine was perfect and I had nothing to do with it |
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