This is the part where I admit that I’m the most boring person in the entire world. I get excited about kitchen equipment. I’m like a bad parody of a 1950s housewife. My parents asked what I wanted for Christmas/birthday and all I could really come up with was gloves (because I lost one of mine at the end of last winter – and why is is that you only ever lose one glove and never the pair?) and a Dutch oven. Read the rest of this entry ?
Monday Night Dinner 