It was going to be Italian night,
so not only did I start by making my own sauce, but I also told Alexa to play
only Italian music. She opened with the
classic opera, Fettuccine, as only Chianti could sing it.
I put a large pot of water on the
back burner to heat up for the angel hair pasta, while I chopped fresh
onions. The kitchen was beginning to
smell wonderful.
La Traviata, by Squeegee came on
next. I wanted to sing along but didn’t
really know the words, or Italian. After the onion, I cut up Italian sausage. My spices were lined up along the counter,
but the thing that kept getting my attention was the large wheel of cheese. I cut off a slice of cheese and poured
myself a glass of wine. It seemed like a
good place to take a break.
The cheese was excellent and
while I enjoyed my break, I listened to La boheme. Well, that only put me in the mood to watch
Moon Struck, so I stopped Alexa and put Moon Struck in the DVD player. By the time Cher was walking down the street
kicking the can in her red heels, I was on my third glass of wine, and second
wedge of cheese.
When I woke up, Cher had a
new fiancé, their toast was over and my desire to keep cooking had passed. I plopped a hotdog in the pot of boiling
water and opened a can of Bush's beans.
Salute
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