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, March 15, 2009

By the time I went up to bed last night Da Chimps were still watching Smoking Gun America's Dumbest something-or-other. I know I shouldn't let them watch such stuff -- Guido reminded me of that earlier tonight when I talked to him over the phone... while watching Cops with the boys.

Anyway, I got up this morning and went downstairs to start the meatballs and Mojo was still sleeping on the living room floor. Cookie had (noisily) made his way up to his bedroom sometime between 2 and 3.

The meatballs came out good today. Simmered the sauce all day with two giant hunks of beef-bone. Yum.
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