Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Houseboy Squash

I meant to make this fabulous squash risotto while Diane von Austin was here, but I got distracted cause, you, know, I was getting married and stuff. I made it tonight and I must say I had forgotten how delish it really is. Risotto with squash soup as the stock and sage and mushrooms. Mmmm.

Claudius Gunterius liked it so much he spilled it over his new little toga, so I had to have him wait in the laundry while we washed it. It's flattering, I suppose, to have ones cooking so appreciated, but these houseboys are so much trouble.


  1. Frankly I've never felt so compelled as I do, now, jerk-off in the workplace.

    Bad, Mr. Peenee, you soooo bad!

    PS - Obviously I've been sourcing domestics at the wrong staffing agency.

  2. He needs a spanking on his round little rump. Baad house-boy. Baad!

  3. Looks like he could squash a risotto with that thing, if you know what I mean.

  4. Oh honey, I'm sorry I missed the risotto. And even more sorry I missed the houseboy au natural. You really must let them out to play when I visit.


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