There are probably fifteen reasons why I shouldn't have said ok to alfredo sauce Thursday night, most of them involving my digestive tract, but it sounded yummy and it was Ryan's idea. When he says he wants to be the head chef and I'll be the sous, it's a stupid idea to say no. A little roux to start, then cream, chicken broth, parm & mozz, white wine (yes, one you'd choose to drink from the glass). Add sauteed chicken & broccoli, pour it all over egg noodles. It was creamy, oooey, gooey, and other words that use multiple o's in the middle. This fooooood was way toooo gooooood for fancy foodie words, like "succulent" or "earthy" or "floral notes." Screw that. Just say, "mmglmb."
PS: Leftovers were just as yummy.
Coming soon: goat cheese cheesecake with vanilla pineapple compote.
