It’s 32º. It’s Raining. It’s Saturday.
My Bride has not expressed any clear dinner hints. A dangerous situation. I’d best start the feijoada.
And you just know what that’s gonna involve.
My Bride has not expressed any clear dinner hints. A dangerous situation. I’d best start the feijoada.
And you just know what that’s gonna involve.
Swill Food and Grog | Mr. Bingley |
February 5, 2011 10:18 am
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I guess we should expect a post about the feijoada on Tuesday? 😉
Ha! You know me too well 🙂
Actually, I’ve got a couple others in the pipeline that I need to finish.
By the way, the “Pamelas” were a huge hit in the Syd B. household last night. Even my 16 year old daughter, who normally eats like a bird, was slopping back those gravy soaked spuds like a Hoover. Thanks, Mr. Bingley for the great recipe for my maiden voyage to Kitchenland. My wife still isn’t over the shock.
Glad to hear it!
Just don’t get your cholesterol checked for at least a week 🙂