24 hours in the fridge and the focaccia is finally heading for the table to rest for two hours before heading to the oven. While it’s baking, my Capellini sauce has been happily simmering on the stove. It smells amazing. Dinner will be fresh focaccia, garden tomatoes with creamy burrata, and cappellini with homemade sauce.
Now I’m curious… What’s on your Sunday menu while you’re watching the World Cup? Grilling, ordering pizza, game day snacks, or cooking up something special?

Fonday(rhymes with Monday)
With the explosive diarrhea outbreak things have gotten weird.
I was in Walmart using the restroom when, just as I closed the stall door, a voice from the next stall said:
“Hey! How’s it going over there?”
Embarrassed, I replied, “Not bad, thanks.”
The voice asked, “Cool. What are you up to?”
I said, “Umm… just trying to take care of a little private business over here.”
Then the voice asked, “Alright. Can I come over?”
Shocked, I replied, “Excuse me?!”
Then I heard, “Listen, I’ll have to call you back. Some idiot in the next stall keeps answering all my questions.”

I stayed in the stall until he left.