Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Today's meatballs, BTW, include my clever (I think it's clever) twist of shredded spinach leaves. And the sauce contains shredded basil from the garden right outside the back door.

Got no wine. Damn. Saw this just now and it makes me a little thirsty -- even in advance of dinner-time... The sauce is scheduled to simmer another few hours. Time enough to slip out and hunt down that selection?

Worked on some of that Cinzano last night while they held a fireworks display down the street. I was sitting out back with Mojo, who didn't want to be at the park -- it's too loud for him. So he held his ears, pushed his face into my shoulder, and occasionally peeped out to see the flares as they edged out from behind the big tree that blocked most of the view.

Earlier that evening as we awaited the fireworks we heard a flock of geese go honking across the sky. Cookie was concerned:

"Will they get exploded by the fireworks?"

Nah. That's what air traffic control is for.

BTW, you gotta respect a blog that's Mainly About Food. We never seem to sustain that kind of focus around here!