Caroline and I went to the farmers market on Sunday. I had come with ten dollars in my hand and one thing on my mind, raspberries, and that's just what we got. Four pints of succulent berries that literally fell apart in my mouth, their perfume lasting for ages on my breath! We've put/hidden them out in the refrigerator in the garage so that we can savor them for ourselves without being thoughtlessly popped by the handful by Dad or Lucas.
For dinner tonight I made my family Giada De Laurentiis' chicken and orzo frittata. It was really, really good. And pretty! But of course, what wouldn't taste good when it has ricotta and creme fraiche in it. Only change I made was substituting the parsley (which I sort of think is really bleh) for fragrant fresh basil. There was one small slice left in the whole huge baking dish, and it was gone by the time I got up this morning. A testament to its tastiness.
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