Saturday, August 23
Or counter top.
Instead, I'm watching Gina Neely sing to her spices. Why?
The 11 a.m. gym time usually worked out well; I'd make it back just in time to catch Ina, but Barefoot Contessa has been noticeably absent from the weekend block lately. (Fear not, Ina lovers: think she's just on a little hiatus until fall).
Sooo, I guess I have no excuse. I've even seen this episode of Down Home with the Neelys already. And the way their show is shot kinda makes me sick (shaky cameras are standard on these Gordon Elliott shows).
All right. Here I go. Off to the gym.
In a minute.