Is my favorite French cookbook. It might be my favorite one, I'm not sure. It competes with "Once Upon a Tart." Both given to me by the wonderful and the unwashed Tuckie White. So, going into season two of the Nick show I work on, I'm going to start bringing my lunches and cooking all the time and being very French. People will describe me as, "Oh, you know, Mackenzie... the girl whose apartment always smells like thyme and intellectual conversation... She's very skinny." That's who I'm going to be known as around these parts. Which actually, isn't that hard in these parts. A guy who lives near me just got savagely beaten for absolutely no reason on Saturday night coming out of a 711. Some meth head or something. There was no point to it. So I probably am the best cook (non-meth) on the block. I don't think "Motel" motel, my neighbor, harbors any competition...
Gougres.
(Ask Lydia Harter how to pronounce. I forgot).
Cheesy French biscuits!!!
Fin! They were disgusting.
Bacon, onion and spinach quiche! It was really, really good.
I woke up with acne.
"And that's why you always leave a note."
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