That's right, folks. Actual cooking took place in my kitchen. And those of you who know me know what that means: Carrie was over! We went with the brilliant plan of oven-roasting these vegetables when it was 101 degrees outside, in the height of sun, soon after walking in. Roast them on the stove? Why would we do that when we can get the oven really producing that heat. The heat that made me stand in a tub of ice water, wrapping ice packs around my neck with a cotton scarf, three quarters naked, wondering why everyone else around me looks so completely composed.
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