Frog-Leg-Free Zone

I would have missed this little fellow, but Buck’s sharp eyes spotted him. No frog legs for dinner around here. I sent Buck for take-out lasagna from a little neighborhood bistro called Petrellas. The tomato sauce was a little raw, the filling heavy, with an unpleasant congealed texture, and the seasonings more north Florida than south Italy, but the folks are nice, and I didn’t have to lift a finger, only a fork. It’s just one supper, and I was glad to get it.

2 thoughts on “Frog-Leg-Free Zone

  1. What a great blog. Have read every word although I am a bit concerned that my mouth watering may injure my computer……
    Loved It! It like a little visit with Beth.


    1. Hi Betty — it makes me smile to know you’re here and commenting. Hey — got a favorite eggplant recipe for me? I have two now from today’s haul at the farmer’s co-op truck, and am trying to decide whether to go all Parmigiana on them or maybe more Asian, or rattatouille, or. . . . ??


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