So today is New Year's Eve. Andrew and I traditionally stay in, not wild about the crowds trying ever so desperately to ring in the new year. A nice meal, a bottle of wine, movies.
As I mentioned, I like to cook. They tell me I'm okay at it. Sadly, the man I married likes to eat the same things, over and over and over and over and over and over. Really, my expansive repetoire is wasted. So tonight, I'm making lasagne. Again. I have the recipe memorized and could do it in my sleep with both hands tied behind my back. And creme brulee. Never done that before. Yawn.
This time, however, I'm baking rosemary foccacia.
I just can't do the same food twice. I just can't.
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