It is monday, like any other monday, but not really. It feels like the first monday I have had off where the sun is out in forever. I am doing my darnedest not to be in the shadowy apartment and so am outside absorbing the sun's rays like a drunken solar panel. My goal is to find a recipe to make for you Burra. Smitten Kitchen was an awesome blog for anyone's food spank bank. It really made me want to get into this wonderful arena known as a kitchen. If only I could find it...
But damn it's hard getting into something new. the ingredients and rules, Burra, they are endless! Then I think about making fresh pasta in Italy while drinking a nice Rioja and I get inspired. By Italy I mean the gas station backyard we have. It seems like a good way to spend a saturday together.
I found a retardedly simple recipe that would not impress a starving African, but damn am I going to give it my all for you. Hopefully from here I will work my way up to rice and other more technical dishes. The possibilities are endless if I put my mind to it (or order it from Seb and pretend it is my own creation).
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