Recently, my college buddies and I went downstairs to the kitchen and rustled us up a crazy feast.
My suitemate created some amazing "bruschetta." They were cheesy, salty, light--everything you could ask for. The tomatoes were delicious, even in the winter; the mozzarella melted to a perfect consistency. And of course the herbs were a perfect foil to the food itself.
She made the bruschetta assembly-line style, enlisting her roommate for help.
The bruschetta quickly disappeared.