Yes, you read that correctly. But no, I did not eat the wily crustacean. I did cook it though. I was ruthless. All in the name of love. And experiments. After battling through fixed menus and crowded restaurants the past few years, we had a lovely, relaxed dinner at home yesterday (if I do write so myself): baked ravioli, grilled bread with fresh parsley and garlic, corn, spring mix salad…
