I decided I was going to make a nice dinner for myself tonight. Maybe I was inspired by The Big Ho's yummy looking dinner he made on the weekend. So I decided I was going to have some Eye-ta-lee-an food, and picked up some lovely ingredients: a couple tomatoes, a lovely red pepper and a lovely yellow one too. I got lotsa mushrooms and a little bag of onions, and got Butcher-Man to grind me up some pork. (I'd rather beef, but it's so expensive.) I even kept a watchful eye on nice Mister Butcher-Man to make sure he cuts out the little bits of cartilage in the meat he was about to grind. Koreans power through those bones they they eat pork, think sangyepsal, but it makes me nauseous to bite into it, and if Butcher-Man grinds them in with the meat, it assures crunchy little bits in every bite. Yeee-uck.
Just as I left the grocery store, the sky opened up and it started pouring. I took shelter beneath the stationery store canopy, and was talked inside by the nice owners. I decided to pick up some little stickers for my little niece, as I'm sending out a package tomorrow for my brother's birthday. The shop owner gave me about 20 glittery little bracelet stickers "service" (free!) Once I came back outside, the rain had died down so I set off, only to have it REALLY POUR about 5 minutes later. I got home soaked. Great.
Got home, chopped up an onion, and made me some tasty meatballs by mixing the ground pork with the onion, some basil and oregano, garlic powder, pepper, salt, garlic, a couple eggs and some bread crumbs. They was browning nicely while I chopped up the rest of the vegetables to sautee in another pan. Everything was timed well, the veggies were very al dente, and the meatballs nice and golden. Time to add some sauce.
I looked for the sauce.
Where's the sauce?
I unloaded all my cupboards. No sauce. So I guess the answer to "where's the sauce?" is: "at the store on the shelf." Shit! I usually have these preserved staple foods around, I just assumed I replaced the bottles I used the last time I made spaghetti (which was maybe last winter?) I actually found one small bottle of sauce, which would be enough for a couple meals, I guess, but if I bother dividing the meatballs and veggies to simmer in the mini-amount of sauce I have, I'm just going to have to repeat the whole bloody thing tomorrow with the remaining ingredients. Pain in the ass. I'm going to chuck everything in the fridge and deal with it tomorrow when I gets me some more sauce. I can't believe I'm so stupid. My apartment smells really good now, and I can't have any of it. I just Spaghetti-Nazi'd myself.
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