One night, I was feeling fancy, as you do. Maybe not that fancy since I was wearing leggings, a hoodie, and llama socks, but I was heavily using my imagination here. So I wanted to make something sophisticated. And because I’m lame, I went to Martha Stewart because she has dishes that seem elegant but a super lazy person like me can make. You can see how fanciful my fanciness actually was that night. Then I found it. The Persimmon and Brie Crostini. I’d never had a persimmon, but it sounded like something that would be served at a high-class