Wonderful aromas greeted Bertie and me upon our arrival at my parents' house for our weekly visit. I knew at once that we were in store for a great meal. Bertie did, too. You should have seen that black nose going.
We were both happy to follow our noses into the kitchen where my mother treated us to her exceptional baked ziti. Now, this just isn’t any baked ziti. No, no, this is alive with fresh herbs, spinach and beautiful mushrooms! This was served with individual antipasti. I always like to have my own little salad. I always find it special and delightful. Much like Bertie, I enjoy when things are, "mine."
Another thing I enjoy are Black and White Cookies. Longtime readers know of my passion for these giant bits of joy and know I bemoan the lack of them in the Southern U.S. The last time my mother made them was in 2010.
But, she made them this week!
Much joy and celebration!
My father texted me a photo of them the night before and said. "These were delicious," implying he had eaten all of them. I cursed him with a thousand plagues. But, he was only kidding. Curse removed.
As for the rest of you, you should only know such delight as a Black and White Cookie.
