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Blessed Silence.

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.


Wilson sent me this.  He’s on my bucket list now.

Barney Frank relaxing at a small party with friends.


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.


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?

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