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i think, easily, my favorite dish is chicken and broccoli alfredo over thick spaghetti. i do like fettuccini, but it's a pain in the ass to cook, because the noodles are so flat that like to stick together. thick spaghetti is my favorite standard noodle. my favorite noodle is Campanelle. it's really versatile and adorable with its flowery ridges. it makes your dish feel all pretty-like.
i'm making it for dinner tonight and it's gonna be delicious. i'm going to saute fresh broccoli with lots of fucking butter and garlic. i was going to try to make my own alfredo sauce, but i'm tired and too hungry to be fucking around. i do want to learn how to make it, though.
there are a lot of things i want to learn. i was thinking today about reviving my plan of a year ago. i want to be fluent in, at least, three foreign languages. i have the basics for Russian and Spanish, so i want to build on that. i want to refresh my Latin, but that doesn't really count, since it's a dead language, but i want to learn one more. i haven't decided, yet. i'm petrified of character languages, and have almost no fascination with the orient, so, yea, me. it's a toss up between French and Italian. i'm leaning toward Italian... not just for love of their food and men...mainly because i could see myself going back.
when i was there for my 21st birthday, i really liked it and always wanted to return, but with someone else. traveling alone is fun, because you can do whatever you want and that was fine for Greece. i found that with Italy there was so much to see and the land was so amazingly beautiful, that the next time i came back it would be with someone else. it's the only place i've been to that i won't go back to alone. it just seems wasted on my eyes alone.
i remember taking the slow train from Rome to Pisa. it, literally, stopped in every town along the way and took, like, 5 hours. i have pictures of the water and remember how deep the blue was. when i developed my pictures, Kodak did it absolutely no justice. the sun was bouncing off of the water which, in real life, was a scene of shimmery loveliness, but, on film, was white-washed. i realized then that there are just some things that can't be captured...not even by a camera. i remember looking out on the countryside, it was like having black and white eyes and finding technicolor glasses. i was awestruck.
when i went there, i was on a two week plane-hopping, backpack trip all over the Mediterranean. i was only there for about 4 days. on the one hand, it sucked balls, because what can you see in that time? plus, i was sick when i got there. these people from South Africa i roomed with in the hostel in Rome had to get me my ticket, because i had completely lost my voice. on the other hand, it was good, because i didn't see so much of Italy. it would've been worse, i think, to have skimmed over the whole country. i'd go back and would have, technically, seen everything, but wouldn't have had the time to really appreciate it. so, this way, when i go back, i'll be experiencing so many things for the first time and get to share it with someone.
so, yea, i think it'll be Italian. ooh, speaking of Italian, it's time to cook up some buttery garlic broccoli.
de-lish.
i'm making it for dinner tonight and it's gonna be delicious. i'm going to saute fresh broccoli with lots of fucking butter and garlic. i was going to try to make my own alfredo sauce, but i'm tired and too hungry to be fucking around. i do want to learn how to make it, though.
there are a lot of things i want to learn. i was thinking today about reviving my plan of a year ago. i want to be fluent in, at least, three foreign languages. i have the basics for Russian and Spanish, so i want to build on that. i want to refresh my Latin, but that doesn't really count, since it's a dead language, but i want to learn one more. i haven't decided, yet. i'm petrified of character languages, and have almost no fascination with the orient, so, yea, me. it's a toss up between French and Italian. i'm leaning toward Italian... not just for love of their food and men...mainly because i could see myself going back.
when i was there for my 21st birthday, i really liked it and always wanted to return, but with someone else. traveling alone is fun, because you can do whatever you want and that was fine for Greece. i found that with Italy there was so much to see and the land was so amazingly beautiful, that the next time i came back it would be with someone else. it's the only place i've been to that i won't go back to alone. it just seems wasted on my eyes alone.
i remember taking the slow train from Rome to Pisa. it, literally, stopped in every town along the way and took, like, 5 hours. i have pictures of the water and remember how deep the blue was. when i developed my pictures, Kodak did it absolutely no justice. the sun was bouncing off of the water which, in real life, was a scene of shimmery loveliness, but, on film, was white-washed. i realized then that there are just some things that can't be captured...not even by a camera. i remember looking out on the countryside, it was like having black and white eyes and finding technicolor glasses. i was awestruck.
when i went there, i was on a two week plane-hopping, backpack trip all over the Mediterranean. i was only there for about 4 days. on the one hand, it sucked balls, because what can you see in that time? plus, i was sick when i got there. these people from South Africa i roomed with in the hostel in Rome had to get me my ticket, because i had completely lost my voice. on the other hand, it was good, because i didn't see so much of Italy. it would've been worse, i think, to have skimmed over the whole country. i'd go back and would have, technically, seen everything, but wouldn't have had the time to really appreciate it. so, this way, when i go back, i'll be experiencing so many things for the first time and get to share it with someone.
so, yea, i think it'll be Italian. ooh, speaking of Italian, it's time to cook up some buttery garlic broccoli.
de-lish.
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