potroast reminds me of bobo. i made it lots of times at the outrigger & he never understood that it takes four hours to cook. "when's that meat gonna be ready," he'd pester me, knowing that i hate being bothered when i cook.
four straight days of rain & grey clouds here in the bay area. typical winter weather during an atypical winter. the parmesan rolls were play time for me, a way to amuse myself when the cats were curled up sleeping. they were mighty tasty too.
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