In honor of Silvio Berlusconi’s departure and Larry T’s extended Giro d’Italia — and because we’ve had an overlong run of beans, green and red chile, and posole around the DogHaus lately — I whipped up a skillet of buffalo bolognese tonight and laid it out over spaghettini.
Herself assembled a green salad and tackled post-dinner KP, while as per usual the cats and dog contributed exactly jack shit to the common good. Why we let all these critters Occupy Caramillo Street free of charge remains a mystery. Oh, yeah, they’re cute. Mystery solved. You know my methods, Watson.
Bloggery was nonexistent this weekend thanks to an unusually large pile of VeloNews, which caused me to mumble many words of four letters and one syllable as I shoveled away.
I wrote five race reports thanks to the miracle of streaming video; fielded quotes, updates and wisdom from Brian Holcombe, our man on the ground at USGP Louisville; posted a mess of results and bits of this, that and the other from Euro’ scribe Andy Hood and other contributors — and yet, when I look at the homepage, somehow it doesn’t look like there was much going on. It just took a long time to get it up there.
Meanwhile, for some reason I’ve decided to resume “running,” if your idea of “running” involves five minutes of same sandwiched between two 10-minute segments of walking. My knees were bugging me earlier this year, so I 86ed the ground-pounding in hopes that a respite might spare me a trip to the doc. Bad news I can get right here in the office for pennies via the Innertubes.
But on Saturday I did the walk-run-walk thing, and I repeated it today — ramping the “running” segment up to seven and a half minutes — and while I can’t say that it feels as pleasant as getting a hot-oil rubdown from Elle MacPherson and Tyra Banks after a double Talisker, it’s not as painful as watching Rick Perry or Herman Cain demonstrate how woefully unqualified they are to hold any position loftier than that of Wal-Mart greeter in Undescended Testicle, North Dakota.
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Tut, tut, Patrick….there’s way too much red in that “Bolognese” and it’s NEVER served with spaghetti….only fresh-egg fettuccine…but you’re a long way from Bologna so I’ll forgive you. In the future just call it buffalo ragu.
Ol’ Sil’s departure is a big deal over here, lots of concern over when the next shoe will drop. And for Sil, he’s gotta be worried about his ongoing trials now that he’s ex-prime minister. My guess is he’ll end up like most of the other Italian bigwigs, who flee the country with their ill-gotten gains and run their enterprises from afar just like the organized-crime guys do from their prison cells. He’ll have to import the bunga-bunga players to wherever he’s hiding out but that should be no problem – his kids can run his Mediaset empire in the same way Murdoch’s kids can run his, though ol’ Jamie’s in a bit of hot water himself over in the UK right now. Wonder if those problems will affect the Sky team? Meanwhile, Mauro “I almost killed myself” Gianetti’s trying to get Hugo Chavez to bankroll his pro doping (ooops, I mean cycling) team after Italian shoe maker Geox bailed out. Sounds like a great fit Mau…you guys deserve each other!
Hey, whadda I know ’bout Eyetalian food? I’m a Mick. My people think a seven-course meal is a six-pack and a spud. It’s a miracle that I can boil water.
More pictures of the critters, less of food. Haven’t seen a decent shot of Buddy in a while
Wet and cold in No NM this weekend. So a big pot of Boeuf Bourguinon a la Julia Child hit the spot. When the guests are sopping up the last of the sauce with the heels of the baguette then you know you done good. I think I could have put the plates back in the cupboard as is.
MD, that sounds like a score. When they eat the plates for dessert you’ll know you’re really onto something.
I’ve been to UT, ND … those characters would eat Cain or Perry alive.
still can’t believe this guy was leading the polls for a while. obviously the GOP has an “anyone but Mitt” issue.
http://www.npr.org/blogs/itsallpolitics/2011/11/14/142319607/herman-cain-has-major-oops-moment-on-libya?ps=cprs
I can’t believe he’s rich. I could dummy up Cain-style for a few million smacks. Probably be happier, too.
“large pile of velo news”, did it smell.
Some bits smelled better than others, to be sure.
Inspired. Chicken Cacciatore tonight. The Mrs. has beeen asking me to make that “chicken w/ the mushrooms and peppers stuff” again. Don’t mind if I do!
Sounds good, Boz. I’d share my chicken-cacciatore recipe, but Larry would probably be critical. 😀
constructive criticism leads to improvements, even in already excellent things.