I am the KING … love eating on the cheap, waste not want not … I’ll drag out a meal for a week, no joke. Started this party with meatballs (BEST batch btw – sorry, no pics) and my home made marinara. Three days in, digging through my creative cupboards (metaphorically & literally) I found these … Magyar noodles doing their best drywall plug imitation, and half a bag of Gomiti. Well, you know the drill … sea salt al dente, then added to ma ma meatballs … NOW I have more food than when I started, lol. Served with frozen garlic toast found in the freezer *score*, and freshly grated Grana Padano from my fridge. Note: must snap pics sans grated cheese – can’t see the forest for the trees. 💡
but you don’t know which one you had
she put your books out on the sidewalk
now they’re blowing ‘round
they won’t help you when you’re down
love’s on your list of things to do
to bring your good luck back to you
and if you think that everything’s unfair
would you care if you’re the last one standing there
and everytime you hear the rolling thunder
you turn around before the lightening strikes
and does it ever make you stop and wonder
if all your good times pass you byI don’t hold no mystery
bu I can show you how to turn the key
’cause all I know is where I started
so downhearted
and that’s not where you want to beand everytime you hear the rolling thunder
you turn around before the lightening strikes
and you could find a rock to crawl right under if all your good times pass you by
when the day is done
and the world is sleeping
and the moon is on its way to shine
all your friends are gone
you thought were so worth keeping
you feel you don’t belong
and you don’t know why
and everytime you hear the rolling thunder
you turn around before the lightening strikes
well does it ever make you stop and wonder
if all your good times pass you by
when the day is done
and the world is sleeping
and the moon is on its way to shine shine
all your friends are gone
you thought were so worth keeping
you feel you don’t belong
neither do I
In the kitchen early in the a.m. making/baking pastizzi – a Maltese delicacy … these are ricotta cheese filled, the most common variety. It’s an annual holiday thing I do for Tiffany K to take to her work for their annual holiday thing that they do … from what I know, and I don’t know much since I don’t ask too many questions (better that way, lol), is that all staff contribute some food for a potluck of sorts. Last year everyone was raving about them (after repeatedly asking, “what are they?” “how do you say the name?” since they didn’t have a clue as to what they were), and who wouldn’t be – it’s cheese stuffed phyllo pastry for Chrissakes!! Naturally she (I) have to out do everyone else, so I order pastizzi from my secret pastizzi place (best in the city by far), drive outta my way to pick them up, and as I previously mentioned, rise and shine extra early (I know, things I do, lol) to bake three baking sheets full, two dozen total. Eight at a time is pretty much the max, you don’t wanna overcrowd them or they won’t puff properly, and at 35-40 minutes per sheet … AND with them having to be done and out the door by 8:00 … well you do the math … did I mention things I do?! 😀
Now I know it was live TV, but you are a professional, a reporter … and you never flinched, questioning its incorrectness when you said it?! As far as you’re concerned, in your own little world that’s the plural of passerby, lol. Dingbat!!
… a couple of quickie pics of our ecologically friendly, and year after year wallet friendly faux christmas tree Tiffany K decorated … I did help btw, but won’t bore y’all with my beautiful & brilliant contributions, other than a brief quote, “they were minimal” … and that’s not me saying that shit, it’s Tiff, lol!!
view from the right …
and from the left …
… my badass dog had fun ’bout twentytimesadaytuggingatthetreeskirt … God, I MISS that!!
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