I knew I was in trouble when halfway through the recipe I saw the state of my kitchen. Beet juice was splattered everywhere and the sauted apples in their bowl were precariously close to falling off a counter crowded with cutting board, strainers, and food processor attachments. No recipe was Read more…
Oh my, that was amazing. We were looking for a more moderately priced restaurant after the Mrs. B’s night. Stortini’s fit’s the bill. I had scoped the place out for lunch with Sharon and Max — it’s located conveniently close (like blocks away) to Sharon’s work, and since Max joins Read more…
This time we went to Ms B’s , up on Mesa, and had some gooood Creole food. We had heard some iffy reviews, but it really was quite good. Vanita and I had flounder, Byron had gumbo and the greens that we were convinced had heroin in them they were Read more…