After last night's brilliant repeat of theBrazilian Shrimp Stew, I've fallen horrendously on my ass in the culinary department. The Barefoot Contessa made an elegant Mac and Cheese on her show this morning, and I, being the sucker that I am, thought I could make it. And bring the leftovers to work all week.
And we had 2 bites, and then my husband made us soup. Though, in my defense, the Mac and Cheese was very soupy, so if soup was what we wanted, we could have just stuck with that.
Oh well. I'm headed out the door to go see the French film Cache with friends. It should be fun.
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