Saturday, July 20, 2013

Remembrance of Things Pabst

Hey I am a happy fat fuck.

We haven't gone out for dinner for a while because it has been too hot and we wanted to save some dough. But we were so busy on Wednesday and I too tired to cook so went to Marco Polo for our usual cocktails and dinner at the bar.

I ordered a refreshing caipirinha because I had Tony the bartender order a fresh bottle of  Cachaça  which is the Brazilian sugar cane whiskey that it is made from with lots of sugar and lime.  The wife went with her usual Cosmo.

Marco came over and I explained about the two strikes and he was freaking out. We just glossed it over and then he told something that made the wife very happy. He had just got in a bunch of gluten free pasta and he wanted us to try it out. The wife is
 
ecstatic because she is convinced that we have gluten allergies.

So Marco went into the back and whipped up a dish for us.



This is what he whipped up. It was gluten free spaghetti with sweet sausage and broccoli rabe in garlic and oil. Add in some pecorino romano cheese and we are good to go.

I went to town on it because the wife hasn't let me eat pasta for a while. We are trying to find out what is causing my allergies and we are trying to eliminate gluten as a suspect. This tastes pretty good but is nowhere near a fresh semolina pasta. But waddayagonnado?

So I felt really lucky. I just scarfed down the pasta and didn't ask any questions. I love going out on Wednesday night. It was very quiet. We were the only ones in the joint until this mob guy came in with a full table at around 11:30pm. That was our signal to leave. You should never overstay your welcome.

28 comments:

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

You are probably not gluten allergic (some are truly allergic, I am guessing your consumption of gluten products in pizza dough, good bread, and pasta over the years would have killed you long ago if you were one of those persons), but it does contribute to acid reflux if you have that. Cut down on that stuff and you will lose weight. And it is not like you can't sauté broccoli rabe, garlic, and some delicious protein on those days the gluten free pasta is not available.

And let's face it, who knows if pasta has gluten or not? I knew a guy who would collect old layer hens from meth mobile home parks and take them to farmer's markets plucked as free range organic chickens.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Although it looks good what he made you. I am sure Marco Polo would never intentionally use a fake glueten free pasta.

ndspinelli said...

11:30! You are a real New Yorker. I've been in bed for 2 hours by 11:30. My wife was on a gluten free kick on the advice of our acupuncturist. I couldn't find one worth a shit,

The Dude said...

Way down the line here we were talking about Bach and chromaticism and whatnot, and I found a piece by a different composer, Carl Czerny's Kunst Der Fingerfertig.

Man, those Austrians talk just like I do! You know, in Austrian and all...

But getting back to the subject at hand I was diagnosed with celiac sprue and avoided all gluten for 15 years.

By the end of that time I was sick unto death and found another doc, who said that I had been misdiagnosed.

Now I eat bread by the ton - making up for lost time.

I'm a glutton for gluten, oh yeah!

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Hey where did Dirty Ol EBL suggest you were a cult. Or was it Inge over at Lem's? I would prefer not having to hunt for it?

If you were a cult, why hasn't Crack denounced you? I mean, Meade tried to race bait and that did not go over very well, why not lable you a cultist?

Chip S. said...

Hey where did Dirty Ol EBL suggest you were a cult?

It was probably just autocorrect doing its thing.

TTBurnett said...

Chip: Ha!

Talk about cults, or whatever.

Food allergies. Everybody's got some fucking food allergy. Whole Foods would go out of business, if it weren't catering to the terminally allergic.

You know what they called people with food allergies in, say, the 17th century?

Corpses.

And there were plenty more to replace those Dead Souls, doing things like settling the wilderness in Virginia, Massachusetts and other such, discovering the circulation of blood and atmospheric pressure, inventing opera, writing Shakespeare, fighting a European war for 30 years, discovering the law of gravity, and creating the first modern nation-states, along with a few revolutions and head choppings-off.

Very little colonic care among the lot of them.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Broccoli rabe, when it is done right, is amazing.

Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Whole Foods is about selling prepackaged virtue and bullshit. Actual food sales are secondary.

If you want to pay twice as much for your food, go to Whole Foods.

rcocean said...

"You know what they called people with food allergies in, say, the 17th century?

Corpses."

Ha. Judging by the wealth displayed at my local Whole-Foods, "survival of the fittest" has been replaced by "survival of the most allergic".

TTBurnett said...

Speaking of remembrance, DBQ linked Lesley Gore's song, "You Don't Own Me" on another thread. Leslie Gore was GOOD. And she was still in high school when she recorded that song. Hoo boy.

It takes me back.
Here is the entire movie-length video from 1964 that includes that song, ("The T.A.M.I. Show") with the Beach Boys, Marvin Gaye, and others. Love the opening: high school kids riding Hondas (dinky motorbikes in those days), Southern California, and smog. I was one of those kids on a motorbike in that year and in that place, except I rode a Yamaha 80 and hadn't yet sprouted a Beatle haircut.

yashu said...

Oh TTB, thanks for that video.

The Dude said...

Hey Spinelli, I have a question about your wife's book.

Michael Haz said...

I thought you patronized the Senior Center.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, The Q&A is open, my bride is home from church.

Bleach Drinkers Curing Coronavirus Together said...

Oh yeah. I knew you'd like caipirinhas and Cachaças.

Chip S. said...

Caipirinhas, bossa nova; a aquarela do brasil

Trooper York said...

I am going on a cruise in September and they have a Brazilian restaurant on board with a unlimited rodizio on board with unlimited skewers of meat.

Guess where we are booked three out of the seven nights.

Chip S. said...

That's going "caveman" in style.

The Dude said...

Spinelli, first off, I am enjoying the heck out of the book so far.

I have found one typo and I have a question about the usage of a word.

I really don't want to make a big deal - heck, typos happen, just want to know how to get that information to Leslyn for the next edition.

The typo is a common homonym, and due to my life as a woodworker I became aware of which word belongs where. If I let typos get to me I could never read anything Troopski posts - he is a proofreader's goldmine.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, Thanks, much. This is just what she wants. I believe there was a typo though/thought, but I didn't take note where and she was a bit pissed @ me. If you can give the page of the typo we would be appreciative. And, what's your question about the word usage.

Ironically, I'm in the process of reviewing her second book. I'm not a proofreader, but there's PI and lawsuit stuff in the second book that I have to review for reality/accuracy.

The Dude said...

She used the word "vice grip", it should be "vise grip".

The former is something Titus enjoys, the latter was once a trade name, now, like kleenex, the name applied to locking pliers. Some of my vises stay in my shop, just sayin'...

The usage one is the first instance of "nonplussed" I find in the book which occurs in the sentence "She seemed nonplussed by the terminology or any of the conditions."

I can't figure out that sentence.

Carry on - if I find anything else I will post it here, if that's okay with your talented wife.

ndspinelli said...

Sixty, My wife is very thankful. Her deceased father was a high school shop teacher[drafting and woodworking]. He was a hands on guy who built the family home and a family cottage up in northern Wi. He was a great guy and I'm sure he thanks a fellow lover of woodworking.

Nonplussed was used incorrectly. It means confused, disturbed, etc. However, it has become so misused, to mean the opposite of what it really means, that the lines have blurred. The incorrect usage of nonplussed is unperturbed, indifferent. If you Google the word the first entry are the 2 conflicting definitions. There's also a piece that you'll see on Google right after the definitions that gives a brief history of the misuse of this word. My wife is quite happy for your sharp eye.

When Leslyn wrote that she meant the conditions of bond were no big deal to Kate.

ndspinelli said...

And YES, please keep using your sharp eye and commenting on it. It is much appreciated.

The Dude said...

Wow, a word is now its own antonym. What next, a commie president?

Chip S. said...

I suppose this isn't the time to bring up "inflammable" and "flammable".

The Dude said...

Only if you are wearing your non-inflammable asbestos suit.

blake said...

Nonplussed is its own antonym, rendering it near useless as a word.

Here's one: One definition of "with" is "against".

"I had a fight with Bob."
"What were you fighting about?"
"Oh, no, we were fighting dirty hippies together."