I’m not sure I got that, er, acronym correct. Well, anyway, don’t expect I’ll be doing this all week. Tomorrow, for example, I’ll be teaching ‘til 8:30 or so and when I get home around 9:00, if I do eat dinner I won’t be stopping to take pretty pictures of it.
(If you missed it, here’s a link to yesterday’s post explaining—barely—what NIAFPHFPPW is about.)
Anyway, my point—if I have one—is that you should probably enjoy these pics to their fullest, because there may not be any others for a few days. Here’s my dinner:
Ha ha, just kidding! Well, it’s part of my dinner. I dug these out of the garden, then chopped them up to add to the rest of it.
Those are my cherry tomatoes in that salad, too. Just about the entire harvest for the year. That’s because the dog keeps eating my dang ‘maters before they’re ripe! I took her away with me over Labor Day weekend, and when we came home, there was a whole handful of tomatoes waiting for us. Funny how that happened, eh Rosie?
The pasta is left over from our dinner Saturday night, at Miss Chef’s former place of employment. If I remember correctly, it’s orrecchiette* pasta, with pancetta, sundried tomatoes and peas in a creamy sauce. Since Miss Chef wasn’t in the kitchen, it needed salt, but other than that, it was as yummy as it sounds.
And for dessert, toasted bread from a local bakery with my own strawberry jam on top. Sorry, no pictures. I don’t want you to ruin your screen with all the drool. HA!
*The name of the pasta comes from the Italian “orrechio,” meaning ear, ‘cause of its shape. And that’s your language learning moment for the day. Prego!