
Frankly, I rather dislike root beer as a pop. Still, we were a little loopy from wine with dinner. The whatever-it-was we made was a lovely nightcap.
From a trip home to Terrace in summer, 2002. As is frequently the case when I visit people, I am conscripted to cook. That evening was no different, though I wasn't all that pleased with the effort. The panna cotta didn't set well, though the poached cherries were tasty. The fish was fine if ordinary. Ah well.

At least I got Greer to take care of the salad fixings. If only she had a salad spinner....
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I have no clue why - I haven't played with the defaults at all.
What I do love is that unlike what I seem to be able to do with the Yahoo! blog, I can add more than one photo per entry here.
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