Had the same thing happen - clear your cookies and log back in - fixed the problem for me.
I confess that I think Iām not Italian anymore.
Today I was driving and I entered a roundabout. I was a bit caught in some thoughts and out of muscular memory, I almost took the exit I usually take to go home, but at the last second I realized I wasnāt going home so I needed to take another exit.
In that very moment, before I quickly steered to correct my path towards the right exit, I let out a loud āFuck!ā. In English, that is.
If you were really English, youād have taken the wrong exit just to avoid slightly inconveniencing the people behind you as you swerved to take the right exit.
Youāre right, Iām probably still halfway through my transformationā¦ But I did truly feel bad for having done that, and even more for not having used my right blinker (as the exit I had to take was the first on the right) while approaching the roundabout, as I was going to take the exit straight in front of me before realizing where I was actually going.
So maybe Iām a little further in than halfway. Letās call it 58%.
Hereās the test:
How do you drink your tea?
ā¦ Okay, maybe Iām not all that English yet
I canāt recall the last time I had tea hahaha
Iām horrible at grocery shopping. My worst āwtfā moment was went to the store to get stuff to make sketti, spent $250
That better had been the best damn spaghetti EVAH!
My other half hasnāt trusted me to go shopping without an exacting list since what weāve taken to calling the dessert pizza incident.
Being Italian has many advantages over being English, particularly when it comes to culinary endeavours
Thatās exactly what my wife does. Love the woman to death but she over-buys and over-prepares like a madman. haha Sometimes it works out and she gets me stuff I need but didnāt think about.
Sounds exactly like my mum.
Iāve basically become a house keeper of sorts. My parents literally ask me what they should make for their meals (I eat my own stuff)
I had risotto once made with white truffle, chanterelles and saffron from Morocco.
Should have been awesome, but the dude making it got Way too excited with the salt.
Thatās a weird mix dude. Truffle and mushroom makes sense to me, add saffron to that and I donāt get it.
I have to confess, my wife just talked me into getting a 28 cubic foot refrigerator on a Black Friday sale so that we can fit our groceries and prepped mealsā¦
I confess I hate food prep (well, mostly i hate eating reheated food 5 days later).
Also, being a non-picky eater in a family of picky eaters is disheartening.
Most things I prep lose quality after 3 days, but I donāt have the balls to just prep twice for 1 week, so I suffer through my Thursday and Friday meals. Not the right way to do it but itās the way I do itā¦
I think the guy was just overly excited. He was a later in life culinary school student and his wife told him I was a shroom hunter, and it was prime time for the chanterelle. So I brought over a big bag of them and he went nuts.
Mushroom and truffle risotto can be a thing of beauty though.
I still have my niece-in-law pestering me for a recipe.