So I find myself peering out the front door window, every time I walk past it. Not just for a second, but a prolonged pause. Leering. I Realized I'm the old dude that's gonna tell people " to get of his lawn " and I'm okay with that.
Cakes and I purchased a new dwelling. Not far from this one, but out of the city. 2 miles out of the city. We are currently gutting said habitat to update, insulate, renovate, and con-figurate, to accommodate our desire-(ate). Cakes has been documenting the progress or shall I say de-evolution here.
Here Goes, there was once a restaurant named Bertolini's in the K.O.P. mall, they had a dish called Fazzoleto. It was awesome. Folded sheets of pasta, ricotta cheese sauce with spinach covered in mushroom gravy. Cakes knew I was devastated when we went one night and it was closed for good. She recreated it a few weeks later. AWESOME!
