Bonne Femme improvising to roll out a pâte brisée (that's a pie crust, yo)
MAC et asperge.
We took turns cooking every night.
Lucky (née Michel)
We ate Cassoulet in Carcassonne.
For ten years I've tried to re-create the magical moments we had that week. I ended up living ten years of magical moments in Greenpoint, Lincoln Square, Homewood and of course Clintonville.
Fix food for family and friends, smile.
What else do you need?