cellantani noodles, plated - and bread to go with it. Decided to
shoot it to show you the crumb from the loaf the night before.
If you had smell-o-vision, you would have smelled the bay leaf
blooming in oil before the mirapoix, the lemon zest made for
limoncello and sorbet wafting about as we busied ourselves making the
kids some lunch. It was magnificent. (I thought so - so did the
yummy ... yummy ... schlurp!