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!
I’m lamenting the end of summer too. A meal like that would *definitely* make my outlook more optimistic!
i typed in your blog address and as i typed i thought in my head, it better not still be that fucking autumnal acceptance post. it’s nothing against the post. but i’ve seen it. at the top. for long enough. i want new natasha life, life i can’t see in the day to day. posts are still not day to day living, but they are closer to day to day than nothing. all this a backwards, semi rude way to say: i love and miss you. xoox
p.s. the food looks slammin
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