On Monday Sam and I had my in-laws over for dinner. We drove down to Reading Terminal Market and got fresh sausage and semolina flour. He whipped up the pasta and I
cheated making the sauce or “gravy” for you hardcore Italians. It was yummy!
On Tuesday I was confronted with the
need for mayo. I had hard boiled eggs and nothing to do with them. But I was s
tranded without car and the best store in the area is a mile away. Now I really don’t mind walking to it, but I do mind freezing rain. What to do? What did the pioneers do when they had a hankering for hellmanns? Hope on the internet of course and look up a recipe for how to make it themselves, so that’s exactly what I did! And let me tell you homemade mayo is one of life’s little pleasures!
