I just remembered how, when I was just a small child, one of my VERY FAVORITE COMPLIMENTS to get from a grown-up (up there with “I don’t know, Remy… that’s a very good question”) was about my mature palate. It was extra-special when said adult said ma-tour as opposed to ma-chore.
Coming soon: Herbsaint, Patois, DICK AND JENNY’S (oh Lord, Dick and Jenny’s…), shopping locally and why it’s all it’s cracked up to be and more, and what I’m cooking today.
I could’ve gone with Blake to a Food Network audition this morning if I was seven years older. Wouldn’t that have been fun?!
