Today I was just the simple wife...nothing more and nothing less. Oh and for a few minutes I was a raging bitch but that is not the image I am going for in my June without good ovaries Cleaver.
After excavating our messy garage, screaming at my husband for nothing, and reading my daily list of blogs I made dinner. Lacking excitement is the story of my life.
We have a gazillion tomatoes that would just rot or get peed on by the dogs if I had not invented my sauce. I call it fried tomato sauce (clever I know). I blender up a huge bowl of the tomatoes, a whole head of garlic, and an entire onion ...oh yeah and lots of salt. Melt on high a half a stick of butter (Gee I wonder why this is so good) and pour the blendered ingredients into the pan. Fry the liquid until most has left and bubbles have formed through the thick part....sort of looks like swiss cheese that is bleeding to death. You see Madame Swiss cut her wrists because Mr Colby could not get her pregnant....but Monsieur Chevre rode in on his European thickness and managed to do what Mr Colby only dreamed about....Madame Swiss was very selfish trying to kill herself as she had a little cheddar in her fondue pot. But do not worry Mr Colby found her, saved her, and raised the little cheddar as his own.....Stories of Monsieur Chevre are still heard. He frequents all the finest markets dazzling truffled creams and Reggianos. He is quite the cheesizer...oh my that tangent was ridiculous and a waste of space...sorry.
Pour that over a little penne and you have yourself a fine anti-adkins dinner. On another note...I think that I may have ovulated two days ago. I had egg like mucus which is very odd for me. But today I started my period...not that I had really stopped but nonetheless it came on strong.
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Thus I sent my husband out for ice cream. Did I forget to mention that I ordered extra whip cream?