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Ach! My pride!

Wednesday night Kate and I had Girls' Night while Pramas went off for Wargame Wednesday, now that he's mostly recovered from the plague. Outside of wedding festivities and one ill-advised jaunt to the post office, he'd been house-bound for over two weeks. We ordered pizza and watched Big.

When I called the pizza order in, the clerk said happily, "Oh, you're a very good customer for us!" Eesh, I don't order pizza that often. Really!

Still, it's no lie that between being alone with Kate for a week while Chris was at GTS, then being a house of plague, then jetting about to various wedding-related get togethers, I haven't done much cooking. I did throw together some Black and White Bean Soup with Ham on Monday, but still my pride was wounded. My self-image is at stake! I'm not the person the pizza delivery guy comes to feel all friendly and familiar with. I'm the one doing the cooking!

To rectify this imbalance, I have ordered up a batch of groceries with the intention of making, in some order:

Beef Daube Provencal
Bierocks (which I know as Runzas from time spent in Nebraska, kind of a bready version of the Cornish pasty)
Black Bean Quesadillas with Goat Cheese (a favorite!)
Fennel-crusted Port Tenderloin
Ham and Swiss Bread Pudding
Corn and Scallop Chowder
and a Strawberry-Rhubarb Tart

I'll be updating my recipe pages with recipes as I try them, as long as they're worth recommending.


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Anonymous Kara Says:

About 5 years ago, we ordered so much pizza in one year from Dominos that they sent us a Christmas card. I'm not joking.

Blogger J.D. Says:

Still waiting for a bunny guide.

(Don't disappoint me...)


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