But Steve, some words are ridiculous even without a historical antecedent. Alane (informally known as "congoleum," this a prime example) and I were busy doing something recently, I don't recall what but it was fairly serious. And in the middle I just felt the need to say out loud:

"Garafolo."

Because it sounds so ridiculous. You should've seen the look on Congoleum's face: it confirmed the essence of Steve's theory as her eyes surveyed me for tics and other outward signs of dementia also consistent with the brain damage she once again strongly suspected.

The new stove kicks ass.

We just ate chicken roasted on the convection oven. Nice. And when Alane tied to cook the potatoes in the microwave I went berserk: "Get those out of there, we got a burner with a POWER BOIL setting!"

And power boil we did. To the potatoes, and then to the peas.

Plenty of leftovers. Leftovers are good. Even when no one's around, they make me say:

"Riscaldata."

Because it sounds so ridiculous.