Or is it fillo? Maybe phyllo. Filo? Maybe fyllo? Whatever. You know what I'm talking about – that flaky pastry you use when you want to add more butter to your diet. The other night I needed to make some appetizers and I didn't want to go to the store, so I pillaged the freezer. And the pantry and the fridge. I found mushrooms, cheese, some shallots and stuff, and a frozen box of filo dough. I couldn't remember why I had bought it because I hate things that are difficult, including phyllo, which is even difficult to spell. (One day, when I write an actual book, I'll pick a spelling, but until then, enjoy the variety!)
Read moreHennessy Night Makes Everything Alright
The Hennessy and egg white cocktail with no name. Suggestions welcome.
So, it was one of those weeks, and at least several of my friends were having the same week, which seems to be a theme for a lot of women. But about mid-week, something amazing happened that turned the week around. I came home one day to a package on the front porch. Unlike all the rest of my packages, this was not a boring Amazon Prime box full of necessities. Nope. This was a beautiful gift, a bottle of Hennessy V.S.O.P Privilège.
Read moreHors d'œuvres Are Fancier Than Snacks. But They Don't Have to Be Difficult.
You know what's confusing? Feelings. I haven't enjoyed my feelings very much recently. Is that a fun opener? Well, no. But I need some fun, so I've had hors d'œuvres on my mind because what's more fun than having people in and eating snacks for dinner?
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