Good Food, Good Friends

We had a special cast-off party for Michelle. (We even busted out the schlur--sparkling cider to those of you less savvy [meaning any of you that are not Gardners]). I always wanted to make manicotti. . . and I still do. I accidentally made some beefy stuffed shells, instead of manicotti. Oh well. Now I don't have to wonder about what it's like to make beefy stuffed shells. They were good, way too salty with too much nutmeg, but otherwise the were superb.