Sometimes I put on my new apron and pretend. Like, hey, I look the part, so maybe people will believe I can cook. Maybe being the operative word. JD and I go out to eat more than I'd care to admit (I was hugged last night by the owner of our favorite sushi restaurant…it was heartwarming…and a little creepy), but when we do cook, we do it right. And by right I mean we're that totally pretentious couple WHO BUYS ORGANIC. Wait, wait…we even take reusable cloth bags. What nerve!

The last time I blogged about going organic and free-range make out sessions, a few readers threw! their! arms! in! protest! I understand some people think I'm being a nutty Californian, but I'm a firm believer in natural foods and supporting our local farmers. Or should I say farmer because there's only one with a shop within 20 miles of where we live. Once a week, we visit the small vegetable stand and stock up on the best smelling and tasting produce this side of the Mississippi.

No, I didn't try to make that Thai pizza again, but I did broil tomatoes and put arugula in a bowl. All while wearing an apron. And that right there? It's so intimidating, I hear Giada whimpering in fear of losing her cooking show.

Happy Tuesday!