You know you want some
I like to think of myself as being humble. most of the time, I mean. I will take credit and praise when it's due, but, like, in general, I'm a humble man. I'm modest. But tonight - look out bitches.
I will talk about nothing less than my dinner. A dinner that was exrutatingly simple, and so, how can I really, in good conscience, take that much credit for its success? well, where there's a will, there's a way.
What did I eat that has so moved me? A gorgonzola ravioli in a sage butter sauce with shredded prosciutto. That's right bitches. Served with a triple-fermented wheat ale, that is surprisingly good. bitches. Now, the thing is, I didn't make the ravioli. that was done by some machine, I'm sure, in a far off land. Nor did I cut the prosciutto off the leg. I had some other dude do that. so what did I do, exactly?
For one thing, I boiled the water. And, seriously?, I boiled the shit out of that water. And I melted the butter. That was actually really easy, but still, boy oh boy!, watch out - you might burn it. that would fuck things up.
And I chopped up the sage. Pretty small, too. That took some fancy knife work.
OH, shit. I also shredded the parmesean cheese. I didn't buy no pre-shredded shit. That's for suckers. I risked... I don't know, grating my knuckles? that hurts like a bitch, too. so... there was skill involved with that one, too?
now, post-meal, I'm faced with the harsh reality that I just ate, nearly, a half stick of butter, a little over a half-pound of gorgonzola ravioli and about 4 slices worth of prosciutto. that's a lot of fat for one man, no matter how much I'm just wasting away otherwise. but, shit, so good. You have no idea.
Which isn't to say that you can't know how good it is. I like cooking food for people. You want some of this yourself? Do you think you could handle it? I was going to save half for my lunch tomorrow, and look at me now... butter is still dripping from my chin. To say it's intense... that doesn't prepare you. but if you think you'd be ready, let me know. we'll make a date out of it. I doubt you'll be sorry.
Shit, that was tasty. to all you bitches out there, you missed out.
Also, did you know that the Bob Newhart show was set in Chicago? During the openign sequence, as he walks around the city and takes the train, you can see the spot where my office building would someday stand. It's so wierd. It's like opening a time capsule, one with Bob Newhart back when he was younger. Thank you, MeTV!
xoxo,
ddm
email me
I like to think of myself as being humble. most of the time, I mean. I will take credit and praise when it's due, but, like, in general, I'm a humble man. I'm modest. But tonight - look out bitches.
I will talk about nothing less than my dinner. A dinner that was exrutatingly simple, and so, how can I really, in good conscience, take that much credit for its success? well, where there's a will, there's a way.
What did I eat that has so moved me? A gorgonzola ravioli in a sage butter sauce with shredded prosciutto. That's right bitches. Served with a triple-fermented wheat ale, that is surprisingly good. bitches. Now, the thing is, I didn't make the ravioli. that was done by some machine, I'm sure, in a far off land. Nor did I cut the prosciutto off the leg. I had some other dude do that. so what did I do, exactly?
For one thing, I boiled the water. And, seriously?, I boiled the shit out of that water. And I melted the butter. That was actually really easy, but still, boy oh boy!, watch out - you might burn it. that would fuck things up.
And I chopped up the sage. Pretty small, too. That took some fancy knife work.
OH, shit. I also shredded the parmesean cheese. I didn't buy no pre-shredded shit. That's for suckers. I risked... I don't know, grating my knuckles? that hurts like a bitch, too. so... there was skill involved with that one, too?
now, post-meal, I'm faced with the harsh reality that I just ate, nearly, a half stick of butter, a little over a half-pound of gorgonzola ravioli and about 4 slices worth of prosciutto. that's a lot of fat for one man, no matter how much I'm just wasting away otherwise. but, shit, so good. You have no idea.
Which isn't to say that you can't know how good it is. I like cooking food for people. You want some of this yourself? Do you think you could handle it? I was going to save half for my lunch tomorrow, and look at me now... butter is still dripping from my chin. To say it's intense... that doesn't prepare you. but if you think you'd be ready, let me know. we'll make a date out of it. I doubt you'll be sorry.
Shit, that was tasty. to all you bitches out there, you missed out.
Also, did you know that the Bob Newhart show was set in Chicago? During the openign sequence, as he walks around the city and takes the train, you can see the spot where my office building would someday stand. It's so wierd. It's like opening a time capsule, one with Bob Newhart back when he was younger. Thank you, MeTV!
xoxo,
ddm
email me
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