

Well, that’s a week we won’t get back. HRH and I were knocked for about six hundred and sixty-six last week by that dreaded Moscow flu.
I’m lamenting the loss of my favorite vegetable kiosk a lot lately.
I’ve always passed minestrone by, until someone told me about the pesto. Now I am addicted!
Lentil soup is one of those things that can go horribly wrong. It doesn’t have to.