When I go to the kitchen to work, I get lunch. No one is going to feel bad for me, but this can be distressing. I am a vain person and can not eat all of the rich delicacies that are produced there because I have clothes to fit into. Such a conflict: I love all the rich foods and I love my clothes. To accommodate my special demands for the taming of these glutinous feasts, I’ve been served as of late hearty and healthful stews, roasted vegetable plates, and salads like this one. Very filling, very delicious. Fruit and white beans were lightly dressed with spicy ranch, and crisp greens got a simple olive oil and white balsamic dressing. Did I mention the ricotta was roasted and drizzled with chestnut honey? Well it was, just a hint of gluttony so as not to feel deprived. It’s good to go to work. It’s good to fit into one’s clothes.
i’ve wondered how you stay so little!
….uh, both of you!