If you missed it, I
was on the cover of Cville the other week. Here’s the article. It’s me, Craig, Melissa, Angelo and some
French guy, forgot his name.
“What’s that, hon?
Huh?”
“Vincent who?”
“Oh, yeah, silly me. His name is Vincent.
Sorry. All this fame has kept so busy I’ve been missing my intravenous
fish oil treatments, which I do regularly being that it’s good for my, uh, um,
ah man, on the tip of my tongue ………Memory!
Yep, last week was a lot fun. That ticker tape parade down Preston Ave was
something, even if it did get a little boggy down by Bodos. And to think they
made those floats entirely out of marzipan, I tell you, I was impressed. Then
the whole talk show tour (a little tiresome I must say, except Kimmel, he’s a
trip).
So back to work, though of course, nothing will ever be the
same. Try getting through Trader Joe’s
unscathed being such a celebrity chef.
Can you believe they have already run out of pumpkin pie chai tea mix? I
mean, we’re four weeks out from T-day!
What the hell am I supposed to drink until then?
Can’t answer that but I tell you what I’m cooking again now
that fall is here, Chicken Pot Pie.
Since this procedure is almost as long as the last sentence from Ulysses, I’m breaking into two
parts. Part one, the dough.
Let’s get baking.
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