Music is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is power
Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
My favorite is a wonderful dish served at the Macaroni Grill, spaghettini w/mushrooms and pine nuts and shrimp and spinach....
My favorite pasta in general is spaghetti. Don't mess much with those strangely shaped pastas...
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning? ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
My favorite pasta is Spagetti Carbonara. It's best when made in Italy. It's made with Ham or bacon, cream, eggs and white cheese. The very best I always felt was made by a family my husband has known for more than 20 years (yes he's a heck of alot older than I) over in Piza Italy. But 2 visits ago to Scotland we went to a Pizzaria that's right down the hill from the Wallace Monument about 15 minutes from Sterling Castle on the edge of town and ate there. I ordered my favorite of spagetti carbonara and it was the best I'd ever had. My husband identified the cooking immediately and asked to speak to the owner. Come to find out he was from Sicily. They got to talking and knew some of the same people who owned resturants...(yea, he likes to eat) Small world!
True story...My Italain Grandfather told me...... Mikey women are like pasta, they come in different shapes and sizes, but they all taste the same....It's the sauce you love. He was speaking of my Irish Grandmother's temper at the time