Linquine---let's do it!

Has it been a year??? Well, judging from the lack of recipe requests, etc, who cares?!!

I had the most enjoyable time at lunch in Shreveport with my college lady, Cindy S.

We dined at Macaroni Grill, and shared many cooking stories and tips---my kind of gal!

Tonight, with Bill still at the deercamp, and me finally over the rejection of layoff, I decided to throw together some pasta. Here's how it went:

After waiting the appropriate amount of time that I expected to be stood up by my former employer who called herself my friend (I was attempting to return the good-for-nothing Sam's card that had been issued to me several months ago for business purposes), I finally fell in to the pasta and cream sauce cavern.

I had grilled several chicken breasts earlier in the week, and Bill and I had shared one on our BigAss salads, and I had 2 left. I was totally thrilled that the one I chose to add to my meal tonight was slightly underdone(means that once reheated it won't be dry). I had Sirius smooth jazz (also known as watercolors (ugh) on the boombox , but I also had Al Green !!!! on the ipod, blasting simultaneously from both ends of the house, and I was a happy camper no matter where I was!

The technique:

In a pot of softly boiling water, cook linguine until al dente. While doing this,
chase puppy to regain control of towel that hangs on oven door. If regained and rehung, you must also drag puppy across floor while his sharp little teeth are imbedded in your pantcuffs. This can be a source of great amusement, or an intense state of pisstivity, or both, depending on your stress level, alcohol or nicotine titration, or a combination of both. Once pasta is ready, brown about a tablespoon of butter in a skillet, and toss in 2 cloves of minced garlic. Throw in a good pinch of salt, the underdone chicken breast filet that has been sliced, and about 1/2 cup of half and half. Look at the sizzle! Quickly add the pasta, and stir, tossing in some parmesan cheese and a double pinch of herbes de provence while turning off the heat. Voila!!! Pasta supper to die for. Don't forget the crunchy, chewy bread.

Also, be sure to save a small piece of chicken to toss to the dog for reassurance when he finally comes out of hiding.

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Regain composure until "hooked on a feeling" by BJ Thomas comes blasting through the speakers, and you unashamedly find yourself with the air mic to your mouth. And you know what? Why not follow it up with a rousing rendition of the Temptations' Can't get next to you? I mean, push me and we'll go on to Psychedelic Shack. Hell, let's just go there anyway!!!!

By now the puppy is hiding from his unbalanced master, you need a rest from all the dance activity, and you have enjoyed yet another tummy orgasm of pasta and sauce!