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Tuesday, May 25, 2010


i was so annoyed and tired on my drive home yesterday that i turned the radio off. silence.

i'm not sure how i mustered the strength to cook, but i got right to it when i walked in the door.

i made this amazing pasta sauce. tons of garlic, hot red peppers, frozen peas, shitake mushrooms, grape tomatoes, olive oil, cracked pepper, salt - lots of salt.

i boiled these noodles that i am in love with. traditional italian egg noodles dried into little nests.

and then i spilled oily pasta sauce all over my new shorts.

and spilled several spices from the cabinet onto the floor.

and made B a roasted chicken, sprouts and provolone sandwich for lunch the next day.

and taste-tested the sauce. ten times.

i wasn't going to run. i needed the night off. but after draining the noodles, combining them with the sauce and setting it back on the stove for the flavors to really marry, i put on my running clothes and went on what was maybe the hottest three-mile "jog" of my life.

so hot.

sweating by the .25-mile mark hot.

dehydrated after 10 minutes hot.

ridiculously hot.

and humid.

so i got home and showered. in cold water.

and then put some pasta into two bowls. topped with local spinach, toasted almonds and pecorino romano.

a bowl for me and a bowl for B.

plus two tall glasses of sauvignon blanc.

we ate on the couch while we watched a movie.

and then, i fell asleep at 9:30.


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