An author's musings, combined with a weekly Cosplay Interview and the weekly serialization of New Tamsbridge Nights, an urban fantasy / horror setting where vampires, mages, and other creatures of the night vie for power and supremacy in an endless struggle.
Spaghetti Alla Puttanesca
A good easy lunch if you have a few minutes, exploding with all the flavors of Lazio and Sicily- so celebrating both the Mediterranean bloodlines of yours truly. According to the stories (probably apocryphal), this was a quick and easy meal Italian prostitutes cooked themselves between clients. Alternatively, it was a meal they used to attract customers.
Black Olives: 4 oz (Coarsely chopped. Canned is fine)
Flat Anchovies: 2 oz (Coarsely chopped. Canned is fine)
Grape Tomatoes: 10 oz (cut in half.)
Chile Pepper: 1 small (diced)
Merlot: 1/3 cup
Capers: 2 oz
Garlic: 3 cloves (diced) (shallots can be substituted)
Fresh Parsley (chopped)
Heat olive oil on low to medium heat.
Add anchovies, garlic, olives, capers, chile. Cook for about 5 minutes.
Add tomatoes, cook for 10 minutes.
Add merlot. Cook for 5 more minutes.
Remove from heat, add salt and chopped parsley to taste.
Drain, add spaghetti to sauce, add back to heat and cook for about 3-5 minutes.
Serve with fresh parsley on top.
Keto Version: Funghi alla Puttanesca.
Begin as above. When removing sauce from heat, saute mushrooms in olive oil. After mushrooms are cooked, add to sauce, cook together 3-5 minutes, serve as above.
Hello boys and girls! Today we launch a new weekly segment, something I am calling Cosplay Fridays. Because it features an interview with a cosplayer/someone in the cosplay community. On Fridays. Clever, right? That's why they pay me the big bucks. Anyway, today we talk about one of my personal favorites, Bella Sparkles. Let's see what she has to say!
The waxing moon was bright and nearly full over the fog-laden streets of New Tamsbridge. It was the middle of October, and the wet chill hanging in the air like the freezing breath of winter kept the streets eerily quiet. When the metal door opened, the din of the industrial club inside seemed hugely loud and alien, and when it clanged shut the sound echoed down the streets like rolling thunder. At the corner of the alley, a black-clad woman smiled to herself. She had been waiting. She strained her ears, and she heard it, barely: the quietest gasp of feigned passion. Her smile grew, and slowly drew her dagger out from its sheath hidden at the small of her back, hidden underneath her designer leather jacket. I’d prefer a gun for a serpent in a back alley, but bloody things haven’t arrived yet. The knife will do for now. Besides, if I’m lucky, it will be otherwise engaged. She slipped out of her stilettos, pushing them into the shadows under a fire escape, and turned the c…