"Heather,
Uno non puo pensare bene, amare bene, dormire bene, se non ha mangiato bene!
Buon Natale
Amore,
Dad"
Meaning:
"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one hasn't eaten" (Virgina Woolf)
I cried when he gave it to me. It was an extremely thoughtful gift, and it made me feel like I had proved myself enough to follow in his footsteps (he cooks the most amazing, gourmet food. my friends were always trying to have dinner at my house growing up - and...well, they still do). I adore cooking, especially baking, and find the kitchen quite an enjoyable place to be.
Although I hadn't gotten around to many recipes in it since Christmas (except, predictably, baked goods), I've had the desire to roast a chicken. I felt like it was a real, grown-up meal...and was surprisingly easy. I'm pleased to say that I didn't under-cook it or burn it. It was hard not to eat it in its entirety in one sitting!
Now, off to the bastu (sauna) with a couple of friends.
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