tootsie galore

I'm at my friend Katy's house this morning getting ready to hit the gym and the market - I have a fun pasta luncheon to cater this weekend: pasta for a hundred! So I'm finalizing my menu based on the quality of ingredients I find. This will be my first winter catering and I really don't know how the cold weather is going to impact my quality or prices. It's always an adventure.

The good thing about pasta is that, whether you're making it for two or two hundred, the amount of work is pretty much the same; it's just the quantities that differ.

I have some photos ready to post but I don't know if I'll get a chance to come back to Katy's today to post them in private or not. I'm trying to convince her to let me roll the pasta dough in her kitchen since she has so much more space than I do - and if I do that she'll definitely give me privacy in which I can abuse her hospitality and post pics of my yummy knee-high black boots.

I don't feel guilty about tricking her like this because Katy is one of my lifelong friends who used to make fun of my toes and feet when we were growing up. "Bird feet! Can you dig for worms with those toes?"

I wonder if she'd laugh now...if only she knew.

xxx.