B and I had dinner at home a few Saturdays ago. In typical fashion (thank you, Blake), the steaks we enjoyed were out. of. this. world. good. Somewhat owing to the price we paid for them at W**** F****, and partly owning to the expert steak-grilling skillz of my husband.
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clean tomatoes and a radish |
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tomato filling |
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tomatoes, stuffed |
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summer salad (radishes from the garden!) |
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Saturday night dinner |
The steak, a New York Strip. The couscous-stuffed tomatoes, from
this book (thanks, Judy!). The radishes, from the garden. The salad, inspired by Aunt Nancy and her wonderful dressing-making. The company, fabulous.
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