In case this dude chills out too much and forgets where he's from.
Now that's a labor of love, I don't think I've once rinsed my sail off with fresh water, let alone scrubbed it properly.
...opppps missed a bit behind the ears.
Bet'cha this sail doesn't get the same love, but they certainly looked chilled out.
As opposed to these guys, chicken ruuuuun.
Phew-after all that I'm hungry and having always wanted to make homemade pasta, the opportunity arose last week. With Ian as head chef and Cheyenne with all the tools in his kitchen (God bless the kitchen aid) the spinach and ricotta ravioli effortlessly manifested.
As this was Ian dipping his toe back into his non existent Italian roots, he did a bloody good job. I can't wait for the next refinement of the same recipe.
And finally, a few months ago a friend made me a palette of colors to match my tones, they're as dull as dirt, but luckily I'm not!