I made Jamie Oliver’s “Working Girl’s Pasta” last night. “Pasta Puttanesca,” as Jamie explains, is Italian for “Whore’s pasta.” Though he’s not really sure why: “Maybe it’s because the dish was cooked very quickly, with no effort involved, or maybe it’s something the local prostitutes used to eat at home – who knows?!.” Continue reading
See, the thing about this blog is that I never have anything to say on it.
It’s just kind of sitting here in cyberspace oblivion with no clear direction or purpose. It doesn’t know what it wants to be. It’s just THERE. Hoping someone will notice it. And appreciate it. It wants to be something more. But it doesn’t know how to get there.
I think in a lot of ways, we are all a bit like my blog.
