Balsamic Garlic Pasta…Or Pasta Fresca…

Sara

Bob and I had dinner at Noodles & Company the night he proposed. Romantic, no? We like pasta around here. Sometime after we moved into our house, I took to Google to find a copycat recipe for Noodles’s Pasta Fresca dish. I found something that involved the base ingredients listed on the menu and ended up tweaking it several times over to my own specifications, starting with the fact that I will likely never ever… Keep reading…Balsamic Garlic Pasta…Or Pasta Fresca…

A Year in Review…2013…

Sara

It’s 2014. What. The hell. 2011 was “The Year of the House.” 2012 was “The Year of the Denver Road Trip…and Andy Grammer.” 2013 was The Year of…apparently if it ain’t one thing, it’s another, fucking Christ. — 1.) Where did you ring in 2013? At home. Bob was probably playing a game and I was probably writing (or staring at the internet). 2.) What did you do in 2013 that you’d never done before?… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2013…

It’s nothing new…

Sara

It’s after midnight so Christmas is over. And thank God for that. Joe spent over a week in the hospital with pneumonia and ended up having surgery to clean out infection around his lung. A seven-inch incision and a deliberately broken rib, plus tubes to drain things, and 24/7 oxygen support, he was an ornery bastard who just wanted to go home and have a cigarette. If I were Gayle, I’d put my foot in… Keep reading…It’s nothing new…

Korean Beef…

Sara

I’ve never had Korean food. Not to my knowledge at least. Though usually when I see pictures (recipes, articles, whathaveyou) of such foods, there are a lot of things I think I’d probably like if I had the opportunity to try them. Though unless I actively seek out these foods, I probably won’t be trying any of it anytime soon. Such is life. I have no idea if this Korean Beef recipe is anywhere near… Keep reading…Korean Beef…

This could last forever…

Sara

I don’t know how to write narrative. We’ve been over this. When I first started writing…twenty-plus years ago…I wrote in first-person. (But NEVER first-person present-tense JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST people knock that shit off.) Most of the books I read were written in first person. It was what I knew. I don’t know exactly when I made the switch to third-person narrative. It was sometime after I finished my grand masterpiece, but that’s about all the memory I… Keep reading…This could last forever…

Like a little piece of kerosene…

Sara

It’s been a rough month. For a lot of reasons. If I can survive two more days, I get Bob all to myself for sixteen days. Well…fourteen…because two of those are Christmas and SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS. Mech. But still. Two weeks of late nights, lazy mornings, minimal ventures out of the house, and all the shameless inanity we can muster. I need this. — Our Song Matchbox Twenty