Most mornings I set out with good intentions. I will be honorable. I will be polite. More importantly I will hold my voracious appetite for junk food in check. Inwardly I have the desire for meaningless calories that far outstrips that of Deputy Chief Brenda Johnson of The Closer.
It never takes long before all systems have suffered in that hackneyed term of art “a major malfunction.” My usually pristine language swerves into the vulgar over some minor excitement or irritant. My patience wears thin and I am urging someone on in less than cordial tones. Finally, someone has brought in a plate of cookies and I am face down in the trough. Oft times I wonder do any of the other people I know have these issues of self control or do they even worry about it? Oh well, I guess each day I will try and live a better life and hopefully one day I will succeed. As Paul Simon said “there is all that weight to be lost”.
If you like travel porn I would recommend Under the Tuscan Sun. The book has nothing to do with the movie. From it I have learned Italian food is more that wonderful it is virtually, the Etruscans were mysterious and to some extent a macabre fixation on death and that mid-afternoon is a good time to have sex in Tuscany. The last is primarily because everyone is locked up in houses because of the heat (siesta) and well there is not much else to do during that couple of hours. Makes sense to me. Also the book has lots of recipes and I plan to make a number of them. There was this one ragu that just sounded like it would be a wonderful meal.
I don’t have that link but here is a link to another ragu recipe and now I am hungry again and where is that plate of cookies?
http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_22275,00.html
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