
Alex is a secret cook. He learned great Italian things (boppity boop for all you Family Guy fans) from his mother, who is the queen of the Shrimp Marinara a la Marinello, and so he cooks some staple dishes every once in a while. I'm not a huge fan of Chicken Cacciatore, but there's something about his sauce that is phenomenal. I think he almost burns the tomatoes and gets this awesome flavor out of them. Anyway, it's thanks to him that I really became interested in cooking well, and he's encouraged and supported me no matter what- even with my weird "experiments." Despite the rule that you never buy women any sort of kitchen appliance as a gift, he bought me a Cuisinart mixer for Christmas (that's what I wanted!), and I cannot WAIT to get back up to Boston to bake scrumptious treats!
I even joke around that if I were on death row, his chicken marsala would be my last meal. Too morbid? Nope. Just delicious!
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You got the mixer! Amazing. I'm so happy to hear it. I miss you already.
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