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May 12, 2008



Commenting because I am too lazy to edit: if you look closely at the breakfast on the tray (great wedding gift, by the way - the tray table) you may say to yourself "is she high? that's not a fritatta ... " and you would be 1/2 right. It is not a fritatta (but I am not, alas, high). It is crepes. I had finished my fritatta and it was Kid's turn. Guy was downstairs turning out fancy breakfast requests like a short-order cook. (Do you get the sense yet that I like saying "fritatta"? Fritatta, fritatta, fritatta!)

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