Holy Mounds of Basil, Batman!
It was a dark and stormy night when Pete and Jane entered their house to find a stranger lurking in their midst....
...however, after careful examination of the questionable character it was revealed that it was indeed their long lost Virginian friend, home for a weekend of celebrations, Smellin'.
She took instantly to her old nickname and began smellin' up the house by cleaning and picking through the mountains of fresh basil that Peter had brought home from the farmers' market.
Pete, Jane and Smellin' worked tirelessly (and fearlessly as the tornado sirens wailed around the neighborhood that was fast becoming a floodplane in the mid-September torrent). There was a schedule to adhere to, and a hungry Pete to feed before he had to brave the storm to attend to duties elsewhere.
The pasta was sacrificed on the uphill side of "al dente" yet the zucchini was cooked to perfection. The blender was taught a lesson that night by a mountain of basil. And the blender wept. It wept from being beaten up by a girl with some basil and 3 cloves of garlic. It shall never be the same again.
Once the parmesan cheese was garnished and the wine glasses ceremoniously clinked, the three hungry Oles sat down for a dinner together that had been more than two years in the making.
A better homecoming could not have been imagined as they seasoned their culinary teamwork to their individual perfection.
Soon the rain subsided, and Pete had to bid his farewell for the evening, but there was still more to come. After downing our wine and washing the dishes, those ginger bread cookies didn't even see it coming....
Tune it next time for another episode when Peter comes home from the market with excessive quantities of something else and another meal is inspired. Same bat time. Same bat channel. Brought to you by Northwest Airlines.
No really. Not shameless advertising. Helen wrote this post, and she was brought to Minnesota by Northwest Airlines...
[cricket. cricket. ehem. cricket...]
Fool proof poison testing.
...however, after careful examination of the questionable character it was revealed that it was indeed their long lost Virginian friend, home for a weekend of celebrations, Smellin'.
She took instantly to her old nickname and began smellin' up the house by cleaning and picking through the mountains of fresh basil that Peter had brought home from the farmers' market.
Pete, Jane and Smellin' worked tirelessly (and fearlessly as the tornado sirens wailed around the neighborhood that was fast becoming a floodplane in the mid-September torrent). There was a schedule to adhere to, and a hungry Pete to feed before he had to brave the storm to attend to duties elsewhere.
The pasta was sacrificed on the uphill side of "al dente" yet the zucchini was cooked to perfection. The blender was taught a lesson that night by a mountain of basil. And the blender wept. It wept from being beaten up by a girl with some basil and 3 cloves of garlic. It shall never be the same again.
Once the parmesan cheese was garnished and the wine glasses ceremoniously clinked, the three hungry Oles sat down for a dinner together that had been more than two years in the making.
A better homecoming could not have been imagined as they seasoned their culinary teamwork to their individual perfection.
Soon the rain subsided, and Pete had to bid his farewell for the evening, but there was still more to come. After downing our wine and washing the dishes, those ginger bread cookies didn't even see it coming....
Tune it next time for another episode when Peter comes home from the market with excessive quantities of something else and another meal is inspired. Same bat time. Same bat channel. Brought to you by Northwest Airlines.
No really. Not shameless advertising. Helen wrote this post, and she was brought to Minnesota by Northwest Airlines...
[cricket. cricket. ehem. cricket...]
Fool proof poison testing.
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