Well, that kicked ass, my pretties. It was tender enough to eat at 10:30--what was that, an hour, maybe more? Could've cooked a little longer, but would've required more liquid, as the sauce was getting a little nonexistent.
Tag: nicole
Fronch vs. Fronch
Aaron promises he will write up his recent resto tour of Paris, which also happens to include a seven-bottle-of-wine boozathon with Nicole and a high-livin' Irish couple.
Duck, duck, grease
Last night was Sunday and Peter's birthday--a double call for dinner. Tamara's sharp invitation to dinner at Peter's new apartment (housewarming too: make that a triple call for dinner) reminded us it was his Jesus year, and that the birthday boy should be affectionately referred to as "you fucking fag."