As a nice Italian Girl, you would have expected that I'd have posted pictures of pasta earlier or more often. (Actually, maybe I have. I can't keep track anymore.) The truth is: I eat pasta so often, that I don't think it's "special" enough for this blog. I mean, what's the point about writing about something you eat all the time?
I know what you're thinking -- if you actually exist and are reading this --, you're thinking "What about coffee? Do you know how many stupid pictures of Chartreuse Mug you've subjected me to?" But coffee is special! Coffee is always special! The mere act of preparing and drinking a coffee is special.
I would go so far to say that Chartreuse Mug deserves its own blog. Something like "Life According to Chartreuse Mug". It's coming. You don't have to read it -- and I'm sure you won't -- but it's coming. That's what happens when you offer free blogging.
In other words: lay off the coffee.
Anyways: pasta.
The other night we made a big vat of meat sauce. Please note that pasta and meat sauce is not the same as "Pasta Bolognese". Bolognese sauce is some kind of magic, voodoo, slow-simmer sauce made with pork sausage and minimal tomato. The Bolognese people are very sensitive about it.
What we made was ground beef, fried with garlic and hot pepper, covered in pulverised canned tomato and then simmered for 20 minutes, just to warm it up. Yeah, it sounds lame, but it's pretty damned tasty, especially when you smother it all in ground parmiggiano reggiano and wash it down with red wine. And who are you to argue with me, a Genuine Italian Girl Who Learned How To Cook From Her Italian Mother?
And, most importantly, who are you to argue with the clean plates?
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| Did you really think there would be leftovers? |
I know what you're thinking -- if you actually exist and are reading this --, you're thinking "What about coffee? Do you know how many stupid pictures of Chartreuse Mug you've subjected me to?" But coffee is special! Coffee is always special! The mere act of preparing and drinking a coffee is special.
I would go so far to say that Chartreuse Mug deserves its own blog. Something like "Life According to Chartreuse Mug". It's coming. You don't have to read it -- and I'm sure you won't -- but it's coming. That's what happens when you offer free blogging.
In other words: lay off the coffee.
Anyways: pasta.
The other night we made a big vat of meat sauce. Please note that pasta and meat sauce is not the same as "Pasta Bolognese". Bolognese sauce is some kind of magic, voodoo, slow-simmer sauce made with pork sausage and minimal tomato. The Bolognese people are very sensitive about it.
What we made was ground beef, fried with garlic and hot pepper, covered in pulverised canned tomato and then simmered for 20 minutes, just to warm it up. Yeah, it sounds lame, but it's pretty damned tasty, especially when you smother it all in ground parmiggiano reggiano and wash it down with red wine. And who are you to argue with me, a Genuine Italian Girl Who Learned How To Cook From Her Italian Mother?
And, most importantly, who are you to argue with the clean plates?
