Chef Amy was kind enough to let me take pictures of the pineapple cutting process. She asked how I cut my pineapples.
Yes, it's true. Any pineapple served at my house has come out a can. There, I said it.
That appalled look you have on your face? That's the exact same one Amy had on hers when I dropped that bomb. It's times like these when I remember two things: 1. it will take me one million years to become a domestic diva at this rate, and 2. when people think I have the "Martha" thing down, I should really just keep my big mouth shut and not ruin the illusion.
Chef Amy serves her fruit course in fancy dishes shaped like fruit. Isn't that awesome? Amy has the domestic diva thing down--she can plan an event like no one's business.
The meal included grilled peaches. Yum!