I think we’ve reached a new level in our blogger-reader relationship. Like we can talk. Share things. Can I tell you a secret…or two? And remember, friends don’t judge. (Well, sure they do. But they have to pretend like they don’t.)
I like Twinkies. And Ding Dongs. I do not care how bad they are for me. I don’t care how many preservatives they have in them. They are still yummy.
I absolutely have to wet my toothbrush before I put paste on it. I have to. And what’s worse – I’m making my kids do it, too. O.C.D.
I cannot stop reading in the middle of a chapter. Doesn’t matter if I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, barely soaking in the words. I could have eight long pages left, and I will continue until I get to that magical break.
I will actually spend precious time rearranging a fully loaded dishwasher (a la Paul.) In my defense, he has no idea how to load a dishwasher.
I have a thing for sesame oil. A recipe could call for even the slightest bit and it will still get my attention, and invariably end up in the “to-make” pile.
This particular dish has three tablespoons. Each one of them simply wonderful.
The broth has it all – sweet, sour, spicy, and salty. I couldn’t wait to get that next mound of pasta onto my fork. One of those kinds of dishes. I also enjoyed it the next day at room temperature.
Don’t like clams? Leave them out. Don’t like pasta? You could honestly forego that part, too (although silly.) The broth with some Italian bread would be happy happy.