Last night I made caccio e pepe. Grown up mac and cheese. Spaghetti with romano cheese and ground pepper and a little bit of cream. Half a baguette to make croutons for the caesar salad, the other half in the oven and then slathered with butter. Some brussels sprouts halved and roasted with garlic and lemon. A bottle of Opolo Zinfindel to go with.
Ruck me funning.
Simple ingredients, messed with as little a possible. Heaven on a plate.
I better make something a little better for us tonight. I mean better for us. Not better, for us.
Like that could even happen, Napoleon.
The world is full of incredible and amazing people.
Why am I so quick to judge and dismiss nearly everyone I encounter? Why am I so impatient with them all?
I carry my hell around with me.
All I need to do is put it down.
Yet I refuse.
At least I eat good.
Namaste, ya sons of bitches.