Not exactly soup from a stone, but along those lines

We were going to have pasta for dinner, use up some leftovers: an open jar of pasta sauce and some shitake mushrooms mostly. But we stopped by the store on the way home to get some bread to fill the meal out. Then we got some cheese. And some pesto. And olives.

By the time all was said and done, we scrapped the pasta.

An additional note: I’ve decided that unlike my friend Emily, whose photos taken at home always have attractive, clean and hip-looking things in the background, I just don’t live that way. Hence this morning’s coffee mugs and the laptop and various papers in my photos. Luckily I was able to crop out most of the crap on our dinning table.

One thought on “Not exactly soup from a stone, but along those lines”

  1. My mother will kill me if I put pictures of a dirty kitchen on the Internet. Also, I have no chidren yet. Those are my excuses for clean hipness. I've been trying to teach myself how to clean the dishes as I go, but I'm kind of from the school of Dinner Won't Taste Good if the Dishes are Done.

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