Staci and I are having a wonderful weekend and we hope you are too! We’re snuggled into bed with margaritas awaiting the Mayweather/McGregor fight. Now honestly, I think boxing is a ridiculous sport. But I’m also a sucker for an underdog story. So why did I pay $90 for this fight. Because I knew my Staci would think I was the most amazing almost-wife ever!! But I’ll admit, after watching some of these interviews and getting background from Staci, I’m a fan of humility over ego every time. And I hate it when people don’t know when to leave the party. I was a huge Brett Favre fan until he didn’t know when to leave. Like 3x. Go out on top and give someone else a chance! So I may actually watch this fight instead of read, which was the original plan.
We spent last night with the tv off and plenty of tequila in hand, reconnecting. It was wonderful. I love Friday nights where we just sit and talk or grill each other or just talk about how blessed we are. It’s been a minute and a great pre-vacation kickoff! I love her tremendously and she and her family are so good to me. Feeling loved and appreciated makes me want to be a better person. It forces me to strive to be the best I can be. I know she feels the same about me and my family. It’s all very very good.
Totally off-topic, I want to share with you all some general weirdness. Before we remodeled this house, I lived in a sweet little house across town. From the time I moved in there, some generally inexplicable things would happen. Things would be in weird locations or flat disappear. I had 2 very sentimental necklaces go missing and had some weird marker scribbling on my dresser. At first I was paranoid that someone was getting into the house while I was at work but my neighbor (who was always home) assured me that wasn’t the case. So I named this phenomenon “Peeves” (Harry Potter fans will understand the reference). At one point I left a note when I went to work asking for the necklaces back and explaining why. When I came home, I found them on the floor in front of my standing jewelry box. I kid you not. I got pretty used to it after awhile.
Once we moved back into Staci’s house last December, that stopped. So I figured Peeves was attached to a house, not a person. I was wrong. Or he found me. Because about a month ago, I replaced my standing jewelry box with a hanging one from Pottery Barn and moved all of my jewelry to it. About a week or so ago, I noticed one of my necklaces was missing. One of the same ones that was missing before. It’s a beautiful and very delicate scroll cross given to me by my parents. I started getting suspicious. I moved the dog kennel and other furniture, thinking it fell, but it wasn’t anywhere to be found. I have vacuumed the bedroom 3 times since then. Three.
When I was cleaning yesterday I noticed magic marker scribbles on my kitchen island top. Now, we do have a magic marker in the kitchen but not on the island. And neither Staci or I would ever draw on the kitchen island. Luckily I had just made a new batch of homemade furniture polish and it came right off. Staci came home after work and we both got ready for date night. I had just gotten out of the shower and came into the bedroom and Staci was by the bedroom dresser. Holding my necklace. Which she had just found in the middle of the floor. The floor I had vacuumed 30 minutes prior. For the 3rd time in a week. That floor. So it appears the stinker found us. I could let it freak me out but he appears to be more mischievous than anything so I’ll leave it at that.
With all the tequila in us, we woke up a wee hung over this morning. What’s awesome for hangovers? Comfort food and a little hair of the dog (not to be confused with actual dog hair which we have in abundance!). So tonight I made alfredo from scratch and tossed with handmade pasta (not to be confused with homemade pasta…hangover, remember?). It was delicious and I’ll include the recipe. If you don’t feel like making your own pasta, at least invest in some well-made store bought. Kroger started carrying the HemisFares pasta brand. Holy moly, their fettuccine appears as if it just came out of the pasta roller. It’s laid delicately into a flat box and wrapped in tissue. It is to behold for sure. I highly recommend it if you don’t feel like working at your own. I keep 2 boxes in the pantry at all times.
The alfredo sauce is such a cinch, there’s no excuse for not making your own. I’ll upload it later but here’s the simple ratio: equal parts cream and parmesan (in ounces) and half of that in butter. The butter and cream need to be room temp before starting. PLEASE don’t insult your sauce by using bagged shredded Parmesan. Invest in a wedge and then powder it with one of these neat gadgets. You know I love my Parmesan clouds! And a tiny bit of Parm yields a ton of grated cheese with one of the rotary graters.
All you need to do is bring the cream to a simmer for a bit (not a boil – don’t scald your cream) and then add the room temp butter. When it’s melted into your cream, add the cheese a little at a time. If you grate it superfine like you should, it will dissolve and you won’t have grainy sauce. Boil the pasta in the meantime. One of the advantages to using a better quality pasta is it only has to boil for about 3 minutes. Do we drain pasta? Nooooooooooooooooo! We scoop pasta from water into sauce and then add about a half ladle of the pasta water to the sauce. Remember, it is all about the starch and sticking! Don’t forget to salt the pasta while it is boiling! After you’ve added the pasta to the sauce, adjust seasoning. Mine needed a bit of salt and of course some freshly ground pepper.
Traditional alfredo calls for a dash of nutmeg but I don’t really care for it so I leave it out. I scoop generous portions on a plate (hangover, remember?) and top with chopped Italian flat leaf parsley. It was perfect. Either the alfredo or the shot of tequila or both did the trick. No more hangover.
The fight is about to start friends, so off I go! As always, happy reading, joyful cooking and spread the love! (and GO MCGREGOR!)