Cooking on the grill in the dark (if it isn't hurricane season, for some reason my flashlights all run away) was a by-feel thing. They were those not as skinny as the skinniest ones from Milka's, but pretty thin, so that wasn't too difficult to judge. The potatoes I did in the toaster oven, smearing them with butter and kosher salt and wrapped in foil, at 425 for an hour and they were only to the smidge side of not done perfectly.
|A leftover potato that will become some part of lunch|
|The paper bag trick really does work. It should be ready by tonight. Maybe.|
|photo credit: Dad Cooks Dinner|
The most extraordinary thing was the sight of Cwim and Nesta being in the same small space together. My son's dog that he had had the last nine years or so, since she was a pup, is well known to me, a wonderful dog. And the first dog Cwim has let near her. Ever. I am still in shock.
|Cwim is still the Queen|
Have a feastable Friday. Do something fundamentally fulfilling.