Sometimes I just don’t have words. OH DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.
But really, sometimes there’s just nothing to say. I could try to tell how you much this polenta bruschetta rocks bawls. But you can look at that silky spinach pesto and little baby cherry tomato slices and seared plump shrimp and you know. The bawls. They doth be rocked.
Some say silence is golden. I say YOU’RE WELCOME.
Okay so I have one thing to say.
I love my new kitchen. I want to say I heart it but I don’t want you to slap my face. But I really really really love it so hard. I wish you could see it again. I’ve done some new things to it! Like putting cookbooks in that space above the fridge and getting up the floating shelves in that one corner. OH! And the pot rack! Remember where the pot rack goes? Hold on let me get my Instagram photo of it. Hold on…
Alright look at thiiiiiis.
I mean can you believe this? Aaron m-a-d-e-i-t. I die. I just die. Just now I died. I’m dead.
But my ghost wants to go ahead and give you the links to the above foods. SO, for the polenta bruschetta, she says to gooo heeerrreeeee (like all spooky).
And if your face is sliding away in a river of drool over that there tortellini pasta saladness, cliiiiiick thiiiiis if you daaaaarrreeeee.
My ghost also wants to remind me that it doesn’t make sense for me to talk IN PLACE of her. Likes she writes the rules, hahahah!