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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 Day Is Done was quiet that night, and Marcus and Sam ate without incident. As they left and started to head down toward the warehouse district, towards Marcus’s apartment, the fog grew thick again until visibility was restricted to no more than ten feet. The hair on the back of Sam’s neck started to rise, and a chill ran down his spine that had nothing to do with the rapidly falling temperature. “Trouble,” he said.