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I am the cook

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Yep.  That’s me.wine_1

Usually Mr. Aitch and I discuss what’s for dinner.  Just so he knows what wine to select.  But on Sunday I told him what we were having: Stuffed Shells.  He seemed a bit reluctant with that choice as he didn’t quite know what that meant. But I made my decision.  After all, I. Am. The. Cook.

I am the one who does most of the prep work regardless of what we’re having and how it’s cooked.  Mr. Aitch may do the actual grilling when it comes to our summer fare but during the rest of the year, it’s usually me in the kitchen from start to finish.

San Giorgio shells

So on Sunday I made (for the first time ever) cheese stuffed shells using the recipe on the back of the San Giorgio box.

 

I almost doubled the sauce amount (I don’t like dry pasta) and added cooked sweet Italian sausage and ground beef to the sauce as “some people” in my house need meat for dinner.

Mr. Aitch said it was the BEST pasta dish I’ve ever prepared.

This recipe is definitely a keeper.

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Sorry there’s no picture of our meal.

It didn’t last long enough…

 

My Friday

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Some bloggers have a theme for each day of the week.  Not me.  I blog/post whenever I can or feel like it.  Right now, I’ve had two glasses of wine and the foresight to photograph two things that have significance to my life/day.

This is what I encountered this morning.  This photo was snapped with my phone about 100 feet from my house.  I think they were nibbling on the corn stalks wrapped around the street sign.

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You can only see three deer but there were more.  By the time I stopped the car and got my phone out, the deer got spooked and started to move away from my car.

If you want to know what those lighted numbers mean on my dashboard: It’s 62 degrees Fahrenheit. I have 400 miles-till-empty in my gas tank.  (Just got it filled up yesterday.)  It’s 7:37 am.  The airbag is disengaged in the passenger seat as no one is sitting there.

This second photo is taken at the dinner table after my second glass of wine.

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Don’t judge.

Yes, that’s my empty wine glass and twelve, count ’em, TWELVE wrappers from Hershey’s Milk Chocolate with Almonds and Toffee Nuggets.  In the background is the Mark Levin book, The Liberty Amendments.

I ate them all.

Mr. Aitch had none.

I just hope they don’t rebel.

Wine tasting

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Mr. Aitch and I enjoy wine frequently.  We prefer reds though occasionally we’ll have white.Hullabaloo-wine-label

Last night’s dinner consisted of cheese and crackers, apple slices and cheesecake.  And a bottle of Hullabaloo Zinfandel.  This was our first experience with this vintner (Nine North Wine Co.) but we love other Zinfandels from the Lodi region of California so we had high hopes.

As my routine goes, I sniffed the bouquet first.  (For you non-wine drinkers that means I smelled the wine before I tasted it.)  I made a face.  Mr. Aitch asked what was wrong.  I told him it smelled like armpit.  Sweaty armpit.  It was just as though the smell from the weightlifter on the label and cork permeated the fermented grapes in the bottle.

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Was the back label a clue?  Hurly burly!

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We thought it was perhaps the pairing of the food and wine that wasn’t quite right.Hullabaloo-wine-cork

But what do you pair with an armpit?

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The two best things about this bottle of wine are its cork and label.  Of course this is just my opinion.