A four line poem about: leftovers.
We had a decent market this morning but there were a few things leftover at the end of the day. So we called up the restaurant, which is conveniently located between the market and home, and asked if they'd be interested in taking them at a discounted price.
Which they were, because the chefs love our produce.
I think now would be a good time to mention that the executive and sous chefs at the restaurant are two of the most easy going, nice guys I've ever met. All those TV cooking shows with the angry, temperamental cooks is just a bag of lies, as best I can tell.
Well, no. I have heard some pretty terrible stories about other restaurants (mostly in Vancouver). But that is just not the story here. And I'm quite thankful for that.
I... should get on with my writing.
No, not the lasagna -
Anything but that, I beg!
It was tasty the first time,But now it's grown a leg!