The other night I made Spaghetti Bolognese (this is not my photo, sadly). I used Tyler Florence’s recipe except I did not simmer it for 9 days as instructed. Who has time to simmer things all day? Who are these people? I want to add these people to my Facebook friends and then keep sending them superpokes and l’il green patches. Or just ruin their sauce when they’re not looking by sprinkling in dried, horror, basil. DRIED. People often mistakenly think Bolognese is a red sauce. Do you ever wonder how you personally vindicated yourself before Wikipedia came around? I’ve actually woken up from nightmares like that. There’s always me crying in an empty house after everyone tells me I lost a bet that I know I didn’t lose. And then there is inexplicably a sheepdog and a bag of sour cola gummies. I eat the sour cola bottles and then cry more.
The point is (obviously) “pasta” might be the only word in the English language that Americans pronounce as though they are British and the British pronounce as though they are from Buffalo or Wisconsin.
They say it like paaaa(as in “pass me the butter”)ssssta.
Bryan and I cringe a little every time we hear it. No, we cringe a lot. Unfortunately there is this Pizza Hut commercial/advert on tv/telly here that likes to repeat it a lot. Paaaaassssssta.
Americans can handle the “shedules” and “proh-cesses” and “Haeche. R.s” (Human Resources) that offend our ears because of all the beauty that balances it- like “lovely” and “darling”. But passssta is over the edge. The sound of it can make you go on the Atkins Diet.
By now you have heard the exciting news about the woman in California that gave birth to a litter of puppies. Dibs on the runt!