Ali, a former writer for The Frisky and current philosophy student from New York who lives in my flat, decided we should have a dinner party for the building. She did pretty much all the work and cooking, and the meal was quite delicious. Along with couscous, we had a mozzarella/tomato/crouton dish with olive oil and vinaigrette poured on top. I can't remember the name, but it's allegedly Italian (though I've seen the same thing in France). I give kudos to Ali for the fine meal.
Ali making the croutons while Lilit watches.
The Italian dish.
Remy looks like he's about to hit
himself in the head with the spoon.
The dinner party sans moi.
A bunch of Ali's philosophy classmates
who don't live in our building came to the party, too.
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