Yesterday was my best (and oldest) friend’s birthday. I dare not disclose her age (she’s a very dignified lady), but the vet assured us that she is now way past a hundred human years (ça fait un bail qu’elle est centenaire). She may not see so well any longer, or hear, but her sense of smell and extra long whiskers guide her securely in her daily inconsequential businesses,
More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Milky Dog Treats
Yeah, sorry, it doesn’t have a shorter name. But it’s good. It’s easy. It’s cheap. It’s baddass (ça casse des briques). It’s also one of Joël’s recipes, in his great big & ambitious opus, The Complete Robuchon. We (as in I) like Joël. He’s not a supermodel, bless him, but dang he’s sharp.
[Have I oversaturated my lemon slice? Sometimes it feels like it.]
Fact. Our home garden yields uncanny tomatoes.
It did try to turn tail and run (elle a essayé de jouer les filles de l’air) but I got there first.
