Paella On The Grill, Sangria In The Glass
I woke up to the sounds of Flamenco music, complete with the strumming of acoustic guitars, the snapping of fingers in the air, and the clatter of stomping heels on the hardwood floor. How they got in my bedroom I’ll never know,…
Triple Lemon Chicken Thighs with Artichoke Hearts
It was, as the Boys of Summer would call it, a “high sky“. The kind of day that lends itself to having the grill huffing and puffing, doing its thing. And it shall. The thought for the day is lemon…
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