kalischild

Mmm.

Yesterday I had a fabulous friendsdate.

I cooked prosciutto-stuffed basil chicken, drenched it in butter and white wine, and topped it with baked Fontina cheese. It was served along with garden vegetable ravioli in an alfredo sauce, and accompanied with a perfect Husch chardonnay.

Afterwards, we walked through the rain in search of cloves at midnight, had several nift conversations, and ended it all with a rather nice hug.

Perfect.

It's good to be reminded that there's still an Indigo inside here, after everthing, and that he's ready and willing to come out to play.

And really, all y'all bastards who've been... less than civil over the past few days/weeks/months...

Well, y'all can just cook your own chickens.