I would like to tell you something important.
I just took down penne with spinach and ricotta from Pepe Rosso.
I completely, utterly destroyed it. With my belly.
I leveled it beyond recognition. In fact, there is nothing to even recognize because there is nothing left. It is no longer in existence. It is inside my gut. Deep. You cannot see it, but trust me, it’s obliterated. I totaled it. If you wanted some, too bad, because I annihilated it. I wrecked, razed, and ruined it. So I’m sorry. You will have to get your own. They deliver. But only a few blocks. So if you live in Hawaii or London or one of those fancy towns in Portugal with the fancy letters, I am sorry. You will have to find something else to demolish with your tummy because mine is gone. It has entered the face hole, been masticated into tiny bits, and sent down the maw, straight to the breadbasket that is my stomach.
So, I’m sorry. It’s dead. I killed it.
I am baking some pork ribs that I put this dry rub on a few days ago. While the ribs do their thing I’m going to make some apricot habanero BBQ sauce. I am only doing this because I have 2 hours to kill before I have maintenance at 10 this evening.
When I am done with said maintenance I will obliterate the ribs and then likely shit fire after that.
Ravi: You are going to assassinate the shit out of those ribs. Apricot habanero! Gimme! My belly wants to destroy that too. Also, while you wait until 10 for maintenance, why not figure out the story with SIDEBAR. Just thinking aloud, in case you are bored.
Now I’m hungry again.
You mean I can’t get it in my native Santa Caçôla de Balzáganhão?
I terminated an abundance of amazing mexican food this week. Chili rellenos, chili verde, shredded beef tacos, and pork carnitas. I believe I may have had an extra cheat day from my workout plan this week!
It sounds like Annie was knowingly the perpetrator, victim AND witness to a scrupulously devastating crime. A crime of ravenous consumption of FLAVOR.
CSI – Annie’s Stomach
Doretta: Dude you need to EAT THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYTHING. 104!!!!! That’s insanity and not healthy. Your entering Lara Flynn Boyle territory. I’ll fly over there and feed you pork buns if I have to.
Renato: No I don’t think so. I didn’t know the letter a could wear a fancy hat! That’s fancy.
Ramon: I miss Mexican food in L.A. Holy crap. Where do you go?
Jon: Yes. My stomach committed some serious crimes.
There’s a place in the Inland Empire that’s actually the bomb. It’s called Rosa Maria’s. There is a rather old couple that owns it, and they know their shit! They know it so well in fact, that they close whenever they want. They even take a month off and close the restaurant for vacation every year. We all just look around at each other “guess I’ll see you in a month.” It’s so good, I don’t even mind waiting.