Kate is no stranger to homemade dinners, favoring build-your-own themes (crepe bar, anyone?) and trading dinner duties with her sister occasionally. For the Spouse House, however, she had something different in mind.
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Slicer tomatoes meet their destiny amid the carnage of floret'd broccoli. |
Under her fingers, and with Alec's help, two pizzas rose:
fresh tomatoes atop a white bean puree with overtones of smoked gouda and a
green mountain of broccoli and arugula capped with feta and mozzarella.
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Kate keeps an eye on Alec's work. |
Into the oven they went, and out they came again, melted and tantalizing, ready to join my second attempt at enjoying fennel in a salad (read about my
first, wildly successful attempt).
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Beets work their overpowering magic on fennel, one of my struggle vegetables. |
Come back soon, Kate!
Love it! The food ended up being almost as wonderful as the company.
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