It didn't occur to be when it started. Ashleigh wanted to make cornbread from scratch and I said I'd make chili to go with the cornbread. No harm. No foul.
both turned out well and on with our lives we went.
One evening, Ashleigh was looking up Chicken Florentine recipes online.That evening we feasted on a homemade meal and even had a friend to accompany us.
For dessert Ashleigh made chocolate and cranberry truffles, think Godiva chocolate rolled in a chocolatey powder.Even as small as they were one bite would nearly consume your taste buds and overwhelm your senses as they melted in your mouth.
Still this did not clue me in to the fact that we were becoming quite domestic.
Keep in mind these are the same girls we instead of waking up for a Lunar Eclipse, eyed the bottle of white wine and stayed up for the Eclipse, laid in the parking lot swaddled in blankets and giggled our way to the 1-3am Lunar Eclipse (so take the word "domestic" lightly please, we have reputations to uphold).
Since Ashleigh has left for London I have on 3 occasions cleaned the house, not just tidying... I mean get out the Steamer nothing is safe, its time to clean!
Last night may have been my
epiphany.Flannery came over.
Pasta maker in hand! 2 broken eggs, 3 whole eggs, 2 cups of flour, 1 pound of tomatoes, 1 small onion and 3 tablespoons of butter AND
two and a half hours/prep cook time later...
we sat down to
homemade pasta and sauce.
I'm not sure what all of this domesticating means yet, I'm still working on it.
What i do know is if you'd like Chili and buttermilk mashed potatoes, tonights the night.
I'm not sure what all of this domesticating means yet, I'm still working on it.
What i do know is if you'd like Chili and buttermilk mashed potatoes, tonights the night.
