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.