Oct 15

Any time at my mothers house when we had guests come over I would prepare a simple tomato and mozzarella plate covered in balsamic and cracked pepper. I had always wanted to help with cooking even as a kid so I had made these plates for years. You always serve with bread and if they want it on toast I would prepare it. One day we had some picky guests and I gave same balsamic dressing instead of glaze because my mom told me too. When they arrived and started snacking the husband of my moms friend ( they were our guests ) decided to take the tomatoes and bread and cheese along with some meat my mom kept seperate on a charcuterie board, non Italian meats, and made a big gross sandwich and ruined both boards. He's now an ex-husband.  

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