like the time Jakki and I were leaving work and saw the Capitol Police performing CPR on a guy in the snow. Being the uncaring people we are, we both immediately noticed (to ourselves) his ample, naked belly being distended even MORE with the CPR. Then of course we went back to HUMAN mode and began to feel bad for the poor guy, laying on the snowy parking lot, having to be so PUBLICLY worked on..........we then began to compare notes about our thoughts and realized that indeed we ARE TWINS SEPARATED AT BIRTH AND BY 5 YEARS and think JUST alike. We heard later that he was fine, which is a nice thing to know.
And that I think my dogs could benefit from some Victoria whoever that is the host of "it's me or the dog' on animal planet. They aren't very well behaved creatures, and I dote on them far more than apparently I should, and that may be the reason that Buster treats me so badly....because he can, and I don't discipline him. Maybe she can work her miracles on my teenage boys, too!!!
And that my in-laws came for dinner last night and brought ASTI-SPUMANTE.......which I thought a little odd, but oh well....then they wanted it with dinner because it was a "special" day...to which I asked brightly"OHHHHHH, what's special"??? It was their anniversary. Open mouth, and insert foot (and fist). Doh.........awkward moment ensued.
Oh...you want my spaghetti sauce recipe? It's soooo very easy.....and better than a bottle........
1 small or 1/2 large yellow onion diced
2 cloves garlic minced
1T dried basil
1T dried parsley flakes
1t garlic powder
1 1/2 t salt
1 1/2 t pepper
1/2-3/4 dry red wine
1 large (28 oz???)can of petite diced tomatoes
2 small (14 oz, not the really small ones) cans tomato sauce
1-2 T sugar
1T hot sauce (I prefer Frank's brand)
Saute the onion in a small amount of olive oil until translucent. Add garlic and cook for another few minutes (if you like green pepper in your sauce, dice a small one and cook it with your onion). Add the dry spices, and stir around and cook with the onions. Be careful if you are using non stick to not scratch your pan with the dry spices.
Add the wine and let cook for a few minutes. Add the tomatoes, and hot sauce...simmer while pasta of choice is cooking and you now have a fresh tasting, EASY cook sauce.
Add meat if you want, add other veggies if you want add cheese if you want........the sauce is basic and to me really good.
On another note, I don't measure, so the measurements are guesses. TASTE YOUR SAUCE and if you want more of something, add it. If you hate basil, then use a scant teaspoon of thyme or oregano----if you want more, then add it...
I was super excited yesterday to find comments from people that visited me via Kristin! You made my NIGHT Dingo and Stoogepie (Stoogie). As you all know, I love comments.......I practically PROSTITUTE myself to get comments, and to have folks that I see elsewhere READING my little blog and actually COMMENTING........wow......I was moved!!!!
Oh, and for the ones that are regulars, but don't comment.....please do...introduce yourself....I see your cities on my site meter, but I don't know who you are..........Oh, except for you Ph.D, and cute cousins. I SEE YOU looking, but never HEAR from you..........hint hint. Y'all get on that, now, ya hear?
For you REGULAR regulars, I will get a blog roll soon. I promise. I am not talking about my lack of computer on this post, so as soon as I CAN, I'll have Mr. Perfectly get one going for me.
Toodles for now..........
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I know Pet First Aid so I could breathe in someone's nose if it came to it. But I probably wouldn't. When I am on the train, bus, or any public place like Target and people piss me off, I think to myself, "No, I would not breathe in your nose even if it were the only chance for your survival." Because I'm judgmental like that.
In-laws: But you made them your Special Day Spaghetti! Please tell me that you recovered from the faux pas quickly enough to tell them that you made Special Day Spaghetti.
Thanks for the link. That was really sweet.
Dingo,
Unfortunately, no....the awkwardness was not overshadowed by Special Day Spaghetti. The sauce was bubbling and the spaghetti nearly al dente and the bread hot....and my son was taking drink orders and my Mother-in-law said...."they know what we want" and me (again all brightly like....said)"no...what do you want?" In which she replied "We brought Asti Spumante...you like that don't you?" in which I greedily proclaimed "oh yes" and a few minutes later at the table (food on it), while pouring in my mis-matched wine glasses (not even champagne flutes), I commented that my matching glasses were downstairs...blah blah blah....trying to cover the awkwardness of 4 different glasses at the table, when she said "it doesn't matter....it's a special day", and you know the rest.
I'm not big on sparkling wines or champagne. Or soda even. Why do I hate bubbles so much? I don't know. Mister Bubbles did once touch me inappropriately, but I don't think that's it. Anyways, as my friends and I would say sometimes while drinking Thunderbird or Night Train out of bottles modestly covered with paper bags, Asti is nasti.
Since you gave explicit permission to do so, I will modify your Special Day Spaghetti Sauce recipe just a little by eliminating all the ingredients but the red wine. I will cook this tonight and let you know how it works out.
If dogs were meant to be well behaved, they would be born that way. Dogs were made all doggy-like because nature saw a need for more saliva and butt-sniffing in the world. We should pay attention! We all know that, with more saliva and butt-sniffing, the world would be a better place!
Oh, same thing for teenage boys: saliva, butt-sniffing, yadda yadda.
Finally, I have to comment on the CPR dude. Chances are that, by not laughing out loud at CPR dude and by not kicking snow in his face (which, let's face it, would have been the first reaction of most of us before we entered human mode and stole his wallet), you probably saved his life. You and Jakki are both heroes! Moreover, your story proves that, indeed, you were separated at birth. I mean, you and Jakki were both able to keep from laughing uncontrollably, or kicking snow in his face or, at the very least, screaming at the Capitol Police to cover up his ugliness because it was killing you. It's like you were the same heroically restrained individual.
Freaking stoogepie stole my comment about the red wine.
Arrrgggggg!!!
Yes. I turn into a pirate when I'm angry.
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