Then she said, "Didn't your doctor tell you you're supposed to be cutting back on fried foods?"
"I didn't fry anything," I said. "It's saute'd."
It made sense to me.
Just got the following email re: "Your Dinner Tonight"
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Yup. When Nathan is left to his own devices, things go WILD here. Can you say Hamachi?
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I think it's rather sweet. But I'm a sap. :)
Uni! Uni! Uni!
Mmmmm, Sushi. Then again, it could be stinky tofu...
Hee! That is so cute, Nathan (both the "it's not fried, it's saute'd" and the message about sushi).
And I love sushi! Can I come over? ;)
Of course you're welcome anytime Anne...but I licked the plate clean. Not a grain of rice left. No worries, though. There are three really good Sushi places in the neighborhood.
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