I'm trying to do something with the Ottoman Empire.
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If I had one I would be calling it the Ottoman of La Mancha.
You people are often my first smile of the morning. Thank you.
Zen, I wish this were easier fore you.
Ottoman Friday?
I thought Friday was already for stir-fry.
I'd name mine The Rob Petrie Memorial Ottoman.
Oh, good one, Trudy.
Ours is just "Otto." Bought recovered at a secondhand shop, the leather is sweaty on bare legs in summer. $3.00 cotton rug, $18.00 drapery cord, voila. We've always assumed he runs around the house on his little clawed feet at night while we're asleep--like the footstool in Beauty and the Beast.
Otto looks very fancy!
Okay dinner was crazy tasty tonight. I spiralized zucchini and cooked it with a sauce I concocted with fire roasted crushed tomatoes, black olives, and lots of fresh basil. Then I placed snapper that I baked with lemon butter and a crust of parmesan on top.
It was my first time using the spiralizer, and clearly I should have done so long long ago.
Belly happy.