I’m not gonna lie to you, I bought Everyday Italian by Giada De Laurentiis to round out an Amazon order so I could get free shipping. I don’t watch the Food Network and I don’t eat fattening food and I’m not a guy who fantasizes about a gorgeous woman who can bring home the spaghetti carbonara and fry it up in a pan. So, yeah, I basically have no use for Giada.
Italian is very useful for dinner parties, though, so I invited some people over for Giada’s Classic Italian Lasagna. It called for a lot of cheese and cream. The company was scintillating–one guy moved 15 times as a kid, another woman is a storyteller for The Moth–but the dish was bland, I am sorry to report.
The next morning everyone from my dinner party except for me headed off for a long weekend in the San Juan Islands. I stayed at home and wrote.
That’s the story of this summer, sadly. It seems like this is just my time to work on my craft. No vacations, no sailing. I haven’t even been to a beach or a barbeque yet.
I am spicing things up today, though. I am building on Giada’s recipe and making it my own. Not all that cream. Not four hours of prep. Spicier, leaner, I’m layering myself into this puppy and it’s going to be delicious.