It’s true that the bruschetta I whipped up to take to a friend’s barbecue look fabulous—thanks to the recipe for Jan’s Bruschetta in Anne Byrn’s What Can I Bring? Cookbook. (Humility has never been my strong suit.) But, seriously, can we just forget about the food for a second and check out my hair? I mean, it’s not very often that the Coiffure Gods smile with such magnanimity upon a mere mortal. Just look at that mane! Every strand is in place! It’s softly shining in the late-afternoon sun that’s streaming through the window! For this one brief moment in time, my hair was, I believe, worthy of an Annie Leibovitz portrait. (Annie, are you reading this?)
For the record, the bruschetta were consumed quicker than I could pile the topping onto the toasts. (But, really—let’s talk about the hair! Here it is from another angle, next to my hunky friend Andrew.)
P.S. If, after reading this far, you still care more about the bruschetta than my follicular supremacy, check out Jan’s Bruschetta in the What Can I Bring? Cookbook.
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