Tomorrow night we're having dinner guests, so tonight we're roasting some things and making stock. It smells so good in here, I could die. I know everyone loves Summer's baker tat on her knuckles, but if I had to pick a food word to slap on my fingers, I'd be punching air with my MIRE POIX fists. Oh, holy food trinity- carrots, celery, onion. Nothing smells more like home.
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