Okay, I have to start by saying I know next to nothing about cooking. My idea of a good dinner is one that has been professionally made for me. I don't know what goes into it, or what makes it taste good, I just tip well and give my cook a bonus. With that being said, I bought a couple of things for this chef I know. I spent an hour asking Meadow--very calmly, mind you, extremely calmly--what I might get for this chef as I casually browsed through some of the higher-end stores. Bless her, she was eager to help, and I bought five crates of Tomato Fresh Fruit Vinegar and six crates of Bottarga. Don't ask me what Bottarga is, I have no idea. All I know is there's a picture of a fish on front.
There were a lot of interesting things to try at all the different restaurants. There was this weird dish called escargot. Tasted rubbery, I'm gonna have to ask Fredr-I mean my chef friend, what that was all about. All in all, it's been a good weekend, but I'm ready to jet back to my island. Ted must be lonely without me.
There were a lot of interesting things to try at all the different restaurants. There was this weird dish called escargot. Tasted rubbery, I'm gonna have to ask Fredr-I mean my chef friend, what that was all about. All in all, it's been a good weekend, but I'm ready to jet back to my island. Ted must be lonely without me.
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