weird pastas always get me right in the gut.
not everything has to be a monstrous ordeal.
a little bit of fancy pasta, like, maybe, some trottolni,
with fresh homemade sauce and some veg,
and perhaps a few slabs of house-made radical expert vegan red lentil seitan sausage.
that's all you'll need to have a great meal.
i know that's true.
because i HAD it for dinner and it was great, duh.
get it together, man.
Y'BOI IS UP IN HERE WITH THAT MOLTO ITALIANO JAUNS!!
guys- trottoloni is pretty cool.
it's like a plate of al dente semolina tornadoes.
well, that arugula is always a zippy little treat.
peppery and pungent and SO welcome as a leafy addition
to many of my tomato-sauce'd meals.
is that miyoko mozzarella grated over the top?
you know it!
what's better with sauce than chee'? i mean, besides arugula, obvi...
and speaking of the sauce- that business was intense!
BURLY TOMATO SAUCE!
in a quart saucepot, with a glug of olive oil, on high heat, saute:
2 T red onion;
1/2 cup halved baby grape tomatoes;
2 cloves crushed garlic;
2 bias-cut homemade sausages (recipe here)
let all of that get browned a bit, with plenty of stirring to prevent burning-
then add in:
1 tsp oregano;
1 tsp rubbed sage;
1 tsp thyme leaves;
1 tsp raw sugar;
2 T chopped fresh parsley;
1/4 tsp rosemary;
1/4 tsp fennel seeds;
1 T nootch;
1 tsp ea Garlic Powder and Onion Powder;
sea salt and cracked black pepper.
shake all that up,
and add in;
1 1/2 cups crushed tomatoes;
1/2 cup warm water-
brng up to a boil, then reduce to a simmer and let it bubble away for twenty minutes-
i added in 1/2 tsp smoked paprika and a bunch of hand-torn basil at the 20 minute mark,
and turned off the heat.
it's pretty straightforward,
but holy sh!t is it a strong batch of oh-my-goodness'ness!
i garnished it with a clove of fried sliced garlic, and a little more nootch.
exxxtra sprankles never hurt anybody.
i know what i like, neighbors.
and i like alllllll the carbz, bruh.
ALL of 'em.
these days are very full.
i fall asleep hard and fast at night,
and i get up at way too frickin' early.
in between, there's no relaxation.
there's too much to do-
whether or not that's a genuine demand, or just my personal perception,
i can still feel it in my blood.
i wasted most of my teens and twenties-
i wound up with nothin' but big bills and an empty house in both my thirties and forties.
i'm not cryin' about the woes of being me-
rather, i'm well aware of what could be, and still might be,
if not for the constant creation of SOMEthing.
art or food, photographs of both, all the work in the whole wide world,
and moreover the affection and attention of my chosen circle of active participants.
i can't relax.
and i won't.
but maybe i can span time in a way that satisfies my need to MAKE THINGS
with the people i care about's need to just be attended to.
there's common ground in there.
i just know it.
i don't have a map, so i'm not sure how to find it, yet,
but i'm still lookin', and i won't give up until the right answer is discovered.
quitting isn't on my radar-
i want it ALL and that's the only result i can live with,
or be livable around;
never quiet, never soft.....