I'm sure it's an obsessive compulsive tic, but I love to chop vegetables. This is a good thing, because yesterday I prepared the soffritto for restaurant-size portions of ragu and sauce for osso buco. I was weirdly content with hours of chopping, but today my right arm feels ridiculously sore. I see Advil in my future.
The workday ended with an awesome Margherita pizza (very thin crust made from a dough of white and semolina flour) and a glass of Primativo, compliments of Guido's Restaurant. Today, sauce preparations with my lovingly chopped soffritto.
So pretty . . . wait for it: . . . it brings tears to my eyes! Sound's like you're having fun.
ReplyDeleteSo pretty that . . . wait for it . . . it brings tears to my eyes! Sounds like you're having fun. Glad to hear it.
ReplyDeleteAfter finely dicing 12 onions, I was teary.
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