
I prepared our Cuban Global Table secure in the thought that noone was coming over. I didn't vacuum. I didn't deodorize (the house or myself). Approximately 19 million landmines were in place. (I think some people call them "toys.") By the time the cooking was done, crusty dishes were teeter-tottering over my head - including the remnants of three botched caramel sauces. The house was an extra deluxe mess. I rarely behave this way, but I was feeling like a rebel. Must have been a … [Read more...]


























