I'm not cooking tonight. I almost never cook on a Wednesday night. Soccer practice and what not. Why would I?
The chef's participation is overwhelming. He took the 2nd grade class camping. The teacher said he anticipated all the needs of the class, the kids, and the general good of the camp. I'm sorry - are we talking about the same chef?
This same chef prepared a ton of goodies for the bake sale to send his only son to Lake Anza for a field trip.
Now, all of the other mother's think the chef is the greatest dad ever. Go figure. Anyhoo- at least the chef sees the irony of all of that. The irony of the chef participating in two events and suddenly becoming the cat's meow. At the very least, the chef knows.
That said, I've fallen in love with some olives and some cheese. Should you get the chance, pick up the following and then, when you see me, say thank you. They're delightful.
The Castelvetrano Olive
P'tit Basque Cheese
Don't say I didn't warn you that this would be a new love relationship.