Food & Wine Magazine = Food porn.
Yes. Yes it is.
I was reading the newest issue featuring best new chefs yesterday. I must have made some kind of noise that Brandon turned right around from his XBox.
"Damn, girl! WHAT are you reading?"
"Fettuccine with tomatoes and crispy capers...AND prosciutto."
He stared at me for a second.
He also stared at me earlier when I kind of muttered that before I would totally sell my kidney for a reservation and pay my bill at French Laundry. One of those things I want to do before I die.