Want to feel fancy together and eat this?
We could sit around, twirling our champagne flutes, and we could say things like joie de vivre, chef d’œuvre, and haute cuisine.
If we ate this together we could talk about politics, art, literature, and the philosophies of all the great thinkers.
I had to look up how to say Piperade.
Really. Because as we get to know each other, you’ll find out that fancy isn’t really me.
However, feeling fancy makes me happy. Even if I’m doing all of those things above in sweatpants.
If I’m being completely truthful, I would probably not talk about any of those things. I’d probably say, “OMG! Did you SEE How to Get Away With Murder last night?!”
I’d probably complain about the stray gray hairs that keep haunting me, making me look like I’ve got the Bonnie Raitt thing going on.
I’d more than likely tell you I’m watching my carb intake because my sweatpants are getting a little snug. I really hate watching my carb intake.
And I’d also tell you where I got the cheap wine you’re drinking (probably at Walgreens, and most definitely less than 10 bucks).
All that being said, we would laugh, pretend to speak a different language, and stuff our faces with this meal. It’s really good.
It’s good for fancy-types and the not-so-fancy types.
If you want to eat this in your sweatpants, go ahead. I won’t tell.
Recipe Source: Williams-Sonoma
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