It’s Sunday dinner in our tiny nest. The apartment is full of the rich sounds of Sinatra and smells of wine, garlic, and sauce. John likes to feel like he’s in Goodfellas when he’s making his sauce.
As we listen to legends such as Otis Redding, Etta James, and Dean Martin, I can’t help but to feel a little classy. Maybe I’ll add some red lipstick to go with the sweatpants look I’m rocking.
John’s new obsession with Junior Master Chef has led him to evaluate his plating. Dating the chef has perks, this was our test meatball.
Look at the dedication in his face as he makes the meatballs “go swimming” – his words, not mine.
This Jewish girl did well when she found this nice Italian guy.
Happy Sunday! Go eat something equally as delicious.