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Best pasta I can make

Okay, it may not be the best pasta ever but I like it and I think you will like it to.

You need:

Olives – black, green, pink, whatever… just pick your favourite.

A bell pepper – again, whatever colour pick your fave. I like the red ones, not so much for taste but look.

Red onion – ’nuff said.

Capers – got to have capers.

Garlic – One to a thousand cloves. Do what you like.

Anchovie paste – don’t “blech!” until you taste it.

Tomatoes – fresh, out of can, whatever… it’s all getting cooked anyway.

Olive oil and butter.

Basil, oregano, dill weed, parsley – fresh, dried, go wild.

Salt and coarsely ground pepper to taste.

Pasta – dealer’s choice

Heat some olive oil in a skillet. Chop up the peppers, garlic, red onion, and olives. You don’t need to cut the olives up too much. I just cut them because “pitted” doesn’t always mean what it says and it’s easier to find a pit with a kitchen knife as opposed to one of your teeth. Throw the veggies in with the oil when hot. KEEP STIRRING. Throw in your tomatoes and capers. When the tomatoes start breaking down, lob in a chunk of butter and stir in a good squirt of the anchovie paste. You can add the herbs now or later, doesn’t matter. When it’s all soft and gooey, serve on top of pasta or mix it in, whatever.

You will have noticed that there were no exact measurements in this recipe (chunks, squirts). I love to cook; I love to eat. Experiment. Have fun. Cook.

And when you’re done, don’t eat: DINE.

Enjoy your food with friends. Talk, laugh, live.


When life hands you ground beef, make chili

Unlike most of you, I don’t go back to work until Wednesday. Today would have been a great day to go out and take pictures or, at the very least, walk around. But I am stuck at home. My bathroom is being renovated and I have to sit here and wait for the construction guys. I’ve put together many a bathroom but couldn’t be arsed to do my own. (*phone rings) They’re not coming.

So what does a somewhat creative guy do when he’s stuck at home with a warring dog and cat and the need to explore? He cooks.

I’m still dressed in my pajamas. It’s kind of a lazy pragmatism. I’m not going out until later, why get dressed until then? My neighbours must get sore necks with all the double-takes they must do in the direction of my windows. Today their neighbour was taking pictures of himself making chili wearing his pajamas at 3 pm. There goes the neighbourhood. Maybe I’ll invite them for chili and be dressed when they arrive.


Yum

Broiled steak with prawns in butter garlic… stir-fried veggies in balsamic vinegar sauce… Damn I make myself hungry sometimes.