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K’s parents were in town this weekend. We went to the restaurant that is going to do our rehearsal dinner. Now, I really like this place. It’s an Italian restaurant, and my feelings about Italian restaurants tend to revolve around risotto. I’ve had risotto with two dishes there now, once as the main dish, pear and gorgonzola risotto and the second time with peas. I feel they get risotto. It’s not that no one else in the area does, but we needed a place to go, and we liked this one. Eating out at all the places that seemed like good ideas was fun, but it had gotten expensive.

So, we went to this place on Friday, and I had a great meal. It wasn’t the best I’d had there, but it was really good. While we were eating, I heard the couple behind us talking about how Rachel Ray had been there recently. I couldn’t make out the context, but it froze my tiny heart. I live in fear now that I’m having the rehearsal dinner at some place that’s going to be featured in one of Rachel Ray’s crap ass annoying shows. It’s childish, but this really has become a fear of mine.