fingers crossed . . .

there has been a considerable lack of Italian cuisine around the cave in the last few months.  lest you were unaware, the 9TS was in charge of all the culinary masterpieces from that part of the world.  when i peppered him with questions, he, like his mother before him, would mutter, 'some of this and a little of that'.  not a lot of help.  now it must be understood that neither of them was being contrary, it was simply the way they cooked. 

but for the Christmas of 2010, his gift to kidlet was his recipe for gravy and all the pots, pans, dry good etc to make it.  it was like pulling teeth to get it onto paper but the sloth happily poured the 'right' amount of each spice into his palm, from whence, i grabbed it and translated it into measurable amounts.  yes, we partnered in strange ways. 

today, i decided what the heck, let's have ziti with gravy for dinner.  it still has two and a half hours to simmer but i am looking forward to some good marinara.

poor kidlet.  in the years BS (before sloth), her vision of 'sketti sauce came from a bottle with browned burger added.  little did she know when she had the real thing that meatballs were much larger than the little lumps she was used to.  she has also cultivated a love of pecorino romano. it is not safe alone in the fridge without benefit of lock and key.

fingers crossed that all goes well and we don't have to hit MickyD for dinner.