What it is Fäbloggers, new edition of the best (and only ?) cooking blog at the colleges. Tonight we're making some nice pasta with grilled sausage. Nothing too fancy, store bought stuff but hey man WE DONT ALL HAVE THE TIME to make Ossobuco or whatever WHATEVER.
The shadows demanded home cooked meals. I can't ignore them forever.
Start by grilling up some Wegmans Hot Italian Sausage. Nothing like grilling with the boyz for dayz. Doyz ? it doesn't really rhyme MOVING ON RIGHT HUP HUP.
Two things you never want to see being made are laws and sausage. That and this face. AAAH.
Have your sous-chef begin preparing the garden salad.
Slicin n Dicin. Like an amish barn raising, everyone pitches in, M.Butler prepares the salad, M.Cruice helps with the dishes, and M.Grant guards the door from rogue squirrels.
Nom nom nom, greens are a part of a balanced family dinner. AS IS....
PABST BLUE RIBBON. Have it every day, it is the best I will literally fight you over this. Like on a dock. You know its gonna goin down on the fucking docks.
Our misé for tonight. Rao's homemade marinara sauce, some stewed diced tomates with garlic and onion and some sliced mushrooms, which we don't use because SOMEONE is a SPESHUL SNOWLAKE who won't eat mushrooms.
The sauce with the sausage just being all delicious, the extra tomatoes with garlic and onion really help the sauce out, it gives it a little more complex flavor.
The Boys enjoying a home cooked meal on our CLEAN table that is really goddamned clean. Seriously. Clean. The house that eats together....meets together ? There isn't really a phrase for this. Im at a loss and I think that shadow is coming ba...
AAAAAAAAAAAH. Startled me, jeeze. Finally as an important aside, there is a new member of the Pulteney street neighborhood family that rules.
I JUST MET YOU. AND THIS IS MASIE. HERES MY COLLAR. WALK ME MAYBE ?
Seriously. Awesome hound. Pictured here with Mme.Rogers.
This is the Chef de Chez Wimbledon signing off!
Stay weird.
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