aprons and spaghetti sauce
March 9, 2005I don’t like aprons. I have a few ‘frying’ shirts. But when it comes to spaghetti sauce, nothing helps. It bubbles all over the stove at times, and like a live thing, finds its way onto me, my shirt, shorts, socks. I’m good with chocolate, somehow manage to make ganache, cake, brownies, and hot cocoa with nary a splotch. Well, most of the time. My one and only truffle-making session ties with a try at suppli al telefono (risotto balls stuffed with cheese and fried) for being the worst kitchen mess.
