Tonight I’m going to grill veggies – asparagus, carrots, onions, green onions, peppers, and probably whatever else isn’t fast enough to run away.
Somewhere I found this recipe by Elizabeth Karmel – it is a Mezzo Soprano Sauce. REALLY good.
Soprano Sauce
6 anchovy fillets, drained and finely minced
4 cloves garlic, finely minced
1 tablespoon capers, drained and coarsely chopped
2/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
Sea salt
You put it out after brushing the charred veggies a bit with it. It will be gone before you know it. Don’t let the anchovy throw you. It’s good. You can trust me on this.
I’ve never felt the need to use sea salt because I feel that it is pretentious. I prefer to use salt recovered from the tears of octogenarian Himalayan sherpas. It costs $875 per one-third ounce.
My mother-in-law, Food Nazi, will probably cluck her tongue and shake her head at the oil and salt but… my house, I get the option to make what I want. That’s the way this stuff works.
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Wilson sent me this. He’s on my bucket list now.
Barney Frank relaxing at a small party with friends.
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Well, Cruel Wife, Girlhead, Frankenboy, and CW’s parents – Old Coot and Food Nazi – all took off to take Girlhead to a birthday party with one of her little friends.
HALLELUJAH!! SILENCE!
None of them did anything wrong, it’s just with all the chattering, yelling, pounding, drywalling, barking, and nagging/yammering… geez, it is nice to not hear noise for a while, even if only for a few hours.
I also hate having every move I make questioned. Everything. Anything you do in such an environment will have one person, adult or otherwise, who has to know why you’re doing something that way. Strangely, not one person listens to what you have to say beyond that. Total pandemonium.
I’m going to go fire up my tablesaw, light up a cigar, and rebuild a window frame. And another window frame. And a door frame. And… damn, a lot of little things get broken when remodeling, you know?
Lemur King's Folly 
The really, really nice thing about silence is that you can hear yourself think – CLEARLY.
It’s wonderful.
I’m not so sure I’ve ever thought truly clearly but just hearing myself think at all was a thrill.
Actually I think clearly a lot when I’m not having to take the *#(@)#$ meds. Tried to help FiL today a bit and, well… lets just say I’m not able to think clearly at the present moment.
I love being a stay-at-home-mom, if only to have the opportunity to hear all the voices in my head speaking clearly.
The long weekends and holidays do a toll on my dark hair…
😀
A co-worker told me that his wife stood about five feet from him and had this long staring gaze while he was talking to her.
He stopped and said “What???”
“Twelve.” she said.
Trying to not look too agitated he said, “WHAT??”
“That’s how many grey hairs I can see from right here.”
Short circuited his brain. 🙂
I don’t know if it is just the holidays and long weekends. I’m getting a lot more grey than can be explained away on those few days.
I actually had the house to myself for 2 hours. I took a nap.
That recipe is not far from the Caesar Salad dressing I used to make–add some lemon juice and you’re there.
But a great caesar salad dressing needs an egg yolk… no, it *demands* a yolk.
I had a great one made at my table once years ago and it was so awesomely lip-smackingly good that I get little shivers even now thinking about it.
No, I don’t get out enough.