Whether it be Lost, Alias, Buffy, or none at all, TV and food on Wednesdays are the perfect marriage in a perfect universe. That universe centers on me (AKA all of us) sitting on the couch and eating.
This week there was no Lost. Nor Alias. Nor Buffy. But there WAS cilantro ravioli with pumpkin filling, roasted fennel with parmesan (be sure to remove the top layer of the bulb), and Greek salad (with tomato, red onion, green olives, cucumber, feta, and a very very vinegar-y dressing). And Easter Pie. Which is awesome. More than words can say.
To drink, there was too much wine. There was Cavit Pino Grigio (a remarkable little $6 bottle of wine) with uncooked ravioli filling at Christine's. She didn't share. Then there was a nondescript California red table that was shown vastly inferior to the Spanish red table wine (Borsao) that made us very sleepy and nostalgic and Christine hung over.
Adam was making eggs. Loser.
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