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Friday Fridge Check

Dear Abby,

I hope you're enjoying your trip to Arizona. It sounds like the food there so far has been really tasty—Jamaican Smoked Mussels, Fried Plantains, Rum and all.

This week, as you saw, I was at several events. The beer and cheese pairing at Artisanal on Monday yielded a take-home bottle of Double IPA and a thick wedge of funky bleu. I shaved a little bit of the latter onto my salad earlier of arugula (I just can't quit you!), radicchio, and salted cashews. But don't freak out. I haven't become a COMPLETE health nutter or anything. In fact, for lunch I went full-on comfort mode with a cup of Stelline mixed with Pecorino Romano, salt and pepper. Star-shaped pasta always inspires me to keep shooting for 'em.

Ba-dum bum!

Anyway, I still have a lot of different butters in my fridge leftover from recent baking adventures. And frankly, they are beginning to piss me off. These magic sticks stand up straight like the middle finger every time I open the door, practically defying me not to make cookies for someone. Tomorrow. If he's lucky.

But, I mean, it's Friday night for crying out loud... Do I really want to spend it chilling dough balls or do I want to dance till the breakabreakadawn? Cliffhanger, I know.

xx

Comments

[Julianna]

go dancing.