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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.

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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.

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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.

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All I need to do is put it down.

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Yet I refuse.

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At least I eat good.

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Namaste, ya sons of bitches.

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