My wife and I hosted our monthly book club meeting this evening. Besides having really good conversations about literature, these get-togethers also feature food. Everybody brings a dish. Desserts. Salads. Soups. Usually there's pizza. In honor of Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch, one member brought chicken wings. Delicious.
And our fridge is stocked with leftovers.
It certainly cuts down on Saint Marty's grocery bill this week.
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