R's rue

Until last week, I had never before encountered the term "ziti". I had heard of zits but not "ziti". Consequently, I was obliged to look it up - "pasta in the form of tubes resembling large macaroni". Further to this, in Italian it apparently means "macaroni of the bride" because it traditionally appears at wedding feasts - especially in southern Italy. I came across the word on Catalyst's blog that comes to us from Prescott Valley, Arizona. Catalyst (i.e. Bruce) had created something called baked ziti which is probably familiar to most North American visitors. However, though many British supermarkets boast fairly wide ranges of pasta, I have never before seen any ziti for sale. Penne yes, macaroni yes but no ziti. Earlier today I bought some pasta spirali that I guessed would be a good substitute for ziti. Spirali is essentially little curved tubes. I had it mind to replicate Bruce's dish. I had made a nice bolognaise sauce on Mon...

 I’m realizing  That you can’t rush It happens When it does I can’t force I can only control My attitude I’m being equipped And as much As I desire To return  To old habits Comfort Is not longer The aim If I seek True contentment from R's rue https://ift.tt/rxU08oc

  I’ve read for most of today  I’m reading  Bethan Robert’s novel MyPoliceman which is a study of an on going triangular relationship between grammar school girl Marion, her policeman husband Tom and gay museum curator Patrick. It’s a cracking read.  Do you have whole days, just enjoying the company of a book and its characters ?  Following a hot shower, I found my grey tracksuit bottoms from the wardrobe and after putting them  on with my second best walking dead T shirts, I curled up on the trendy blue couch wrapped in a throw, and read in the warmth of the winter sun which cut through the rain around midday. Every hour or so, I’d refresh my tea mug with tea sweetened slightly with algarve nectar and shared my lunch of faggots and mushy peas, bought cheaply from Marks and Spencer early this morning, with Mary who curled up with me for the duration. I’m thinking of starting a village book club  Old Trefor’s niece called around to tell m...