We didn't go Italian last night -- at least, not as I thought. What happened was tht we had take out pizza, and wolfed down one of the two french loaves that I'd made. Tonight, we're having spaghetti, meatballs, and the garlic bread.
Don't know how it will taste, but it sure does smell good.
Spent the day running errands, including going to a small, crammed, used book shop where I found a copy of the novel from which the Dirty Dozen film was made. As thats one of the three or four films I think of fondly, I got it.
A good day, so far.
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