Monday, January 18, 2010
Sometimes it's Sunday. And sometimes, on some very special Sundays, it's a Sunday with playoff football. No matter what anyone tells you, everyone loves playoff football. Even people who claim that playoff football is stupid and they'd rather host a gaggle of chatty women to watch the Golden Globes and talk about dresses and Jeff Bridges' beard and Christina Hendricks' breasts actually love playoff football. Those people especially love playoff football.
However, sometimes the norms of society dictate that instead of watching playoff football, your girlfriend is actually going to host a gaggle of chatty women to watch the Golden Globes and talk about how drunk all the beautiful people are and how stupid Avatar is. What to do in such a situation? Why, you come to my house, where there was no talk of Golden Globes, attached to Christina Hendricks or otherwise. Instead, we watched a lot of football and drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of pasta. Pasta that I happened to make that very day. I now do as is required of me and bring you pictures.
Basically we just wanted to eat a lot.
I went with my basic pasta recipe, hand cut into pappardelle.
I kind of winged it with the sauce. Initially I was just going for a basic butter and sage, but I threw in some half & half that was leftover from last week's alfredo in order to thicken it up. It didn't come out as well as I'd hoped, but it served its purpose - add some flavor to the pasta.
In order to make sure we absolutely couldn't move after eating I also fried up a pound of hot Italian sausage that I picked up at Arthur Ave the day before.
There's really not much more to it - I've given you all these recipes before in some form or another. It was just a lot of really good food, some really good football, and an unprecedented lack of Hollywood awards shows.