A trip to the Public Market yesterday inspired me. We decided to run home and make stuffed shells after noticing that the cheese shop there had a pound of both fresh ricotta and mozzarella. This is rare, they’re usually sold out of both pretty quickly. (I think the woman at the register was a little annoyed with me for buying so much.) “We” including Dean, Julia, and Barnaba. As you can see, we don’t just do dinner, we also make it pretty. We have to. It’s a law or something.