Just as I was lamenting the inevitable turnaround into winter-like weather, suddenly I’m craving the heartiest of fall foods, because I’m fickle like that. Adam had cooked up a seared veal chop, mashed potatoes, baby swiss chard, boiled carrots, and morel mushrooms, and I wolfed it all down. Tasted great, I think I’m ready for fall now. (Yesterday I put on my first pot of soup!)
Also, Adam started buying vintage china from a great thrift store in Parc Ex and recently came home with dinner plates bearing a pattern that we also have at Lawrence. I have to say, it’s a little disconcerting to eat dinner at home and stare at a design that also appears on some of the dessert plates that I use at work. Universe, stop messing with my brain!