The first time I ate pimento cheese (or pimiento, as some spell it) was as a child at my grandmother’s house in New Jersey. It came in a small glass jar and was a milky-peach color similar to that of a St. Joseph baby aspirin. To my family, this was a pimento cheese sandwich. Many Southern road trips later, I learned that what my grandmother served was NOT pimento cheese.
Petits roulés du dimanche midi parce que le soleil me donne envie de continuer à me les rouler ! Roulés ricotta roquette chorizo et basilic !!!
ricotta pinwheels with chorizo and basil
vanilla milk with chocolate ice cubes. brilliant. Agreed.