Eastside Road, February 1, 2011—
WELL, NOT EVERY day. Here it is, Tuesday again: a couple of cappuccinos, a handful of nuts. But I realize I forgot something yesterday: dessert.
Lindsey found a little bit of puffpaste dough in the freezer, and a couple of our Sierra Beauties were left from the fall harvest, so she whipped up a small tart. It was delicious late last night, and I'm going to bed hungry tonight thinking of it.
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One would think you two live on leftovers, to judge by the number of times they appear to inspire a new hybrid dish. Our problem is in trying to decide what to do with the numerous doggy bags we carry home from our many dinners out. They're already spiced and cohesive, and don't usually lend themselves to any practical additions or elaborations.
The fact that I'm twice as heavy as my spouse may account for the fact that I consume about twice as much as she does. I rarely have leftovers to account for.
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