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Breakfast the Italian Way. Kinda.

Whenever I make pasta I also make a ton of sauce to go with it, and without fail I finish the meal with no pasta and quite a bit of sauce leftover.  I’m not really sure what my issue is, but I have always had difficulty gauging just how much sauce is really necessary. Part of my proportioning problems can be blamed on old habits, I suppose.  When I was younger, I used to drown my pasta in sauce as though it were pasta soup.  Little did I know that this is seriously bad form, and if any true Italian had seen me pull such a stunt I’d probably end up sleeping with the fishes.

The following morning after I’d risen from my carb-induced coma from eating mounds of pastas I made late Saturday, my stomach groaned with heavy pleas.

“Mooooore carrrrrrbbsssss,” it moaned before finishing with a disconcerting gurgling sound.

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Pasta Pomodoro

Feeling a bit amorous this weekend, I thought to try out a few recipes inspired by the country of love, Italy.  Or is it France that’s the country of love?  I don’t know, we Americans generally equate anything Western European to that of romance.  Except for Germany, of course.  I’m not entirely sure why, but I think it’s the accent.

Can I interest you in two whipped eggs in a delicious, unbleached flour bowl?

While I may not know which country best represents love, I sure as heck know that my wrists are extremely sore.  Why?  Well, for that question I have only one answer: KNEADING.

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From Failure to Fritters.

GUYS.

Remember when I tried to relay my pain from failed kimchi to you via whiny words on yesterday’s post?

Well, after a fairly rough week, I came home and really just wanted some comfort food.  Something sweet, maybe with a side of something salty, and eat it with a sort of non-nutritional carelessness that gives an acknowledging nod to nourishment while flipping it the bird, because tonight I’m eating what I want, dammit.

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How I Disgraced an Asian Grocery Owner with Failed Kimchi.

Cabbage Kimchi

Napa Cabbage Kimchi

When I was a little guy my dad lived on the other side of the world in a distant land called South Korea, otherwise referred to as, “I don’t know, somewhere,” by my mom.  During this time my mom told me a story about his Korean girlfriend and how, after a heated argument, she chased him with a shiv and threatened to stab him.  I was never told the details of why she came after my dad, so I was lead to believe this woman was dangerously unhinged.  My mom also never filled me in that he and lady shank had split, so when I heard news that he was coming to visit I was naturally terrified.  For years later I was interested to see if all Korean women had such short and violent tempers, but I’ve yet to develop the nerve to test out that theory.

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Impromptu Dinner and an Empty Fridge, Chicken Piccata Style

The other night, as I’m struggling to finish up my duties at work, I feel my desk vibrate violently and I reach over to pick up my phone.  Splashed across the screen is:

What’s for dinner?

I honestly intend on replying to texts immediately as I receive them, but really, I never do.  This text suffers the same fate as many before it and goes unanswered for the time being.  Sucked into work and desperately trying to finish up, I chug ahead and feel my desk vibrate again about 10 minutes later from the same number as before:

I don’t know what your plans r but I ain’t doin jack tonight

Wednesdays nights are generally reserved for going home, picking up my cat Connor and nuzzling his sometimes usually kitty litter-smelling face forcing myself to go run, and then eating whatever is leftover from my typical previous weekend binge-cooking session while watching Netflix with Brandon.  Without fail, in that order.

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