Smoking Hot Tulips!

Although I almost set the pancetta on fire and the door knock came as my kitchen enveloped in smoke (for a positively fool proof recipe I’d made a dozen times – I purposefully chose a recipe I wouldn’t – I couldn’t – mess up), and though Edie barked like a rabid idiot (while I screamed at her to stop – screamed like Jerry Springer guest), he stayed through dinner and through more discussion, more laughs, and more hours darting past us as we were oblivious to the time. When he stood, flowers in hand, confounded at the circus scene and the nearly flaming kitchen, I thought he might excuse himself from the scene. Not only did he stay, he complimented every course through dessert. Fingers crossed that this one might be a keeper….

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