Stanley Tucci
Preface
The Tucci Cookbook
My family spends hours deciding what to make for a certain meal and days preparing it, and while the food is being eaten, discusses not only its merits and its faults, but what it tasted like when prepared at such and such a restaurant, or by this and that family member or friend, and what it really should be served with, which inevitably leads to a discussion of where it was first eaten and with what, and how that dish was prepared and how one day wouldn’t it be really nice to make that dish, which really is one of the best dishes ever eaten, though it could never compare to a dish once eaten in … and so on and so on.
A scrumptious, almost run-on, sentence reminding one of others …
And so for day 2856
07.10.2014