April 16, 2008

White Dog thought Richard was here to cook dinner for us especially since he was toting a shopping bag of food. You could see her imagination at work as she effusively greeted the Master Chef. "Will it be lamb? Or that great sea bass? Maybe a paella? Or ????" Alas, he was just dropping off some herbs and tomatoes from Santa Fe. He could not even stay for a visit as he was headed for the gym. White Dog felt our sausage and ravioli dinner was a bit of a let down after her wild anticipation.