Recipe

So the stuff that’s really going on – work stuff – I can’t talk about so what you get is this:

Please tell me Jamie did not just ask me for the "recipe" to the same spaghetti dinner Sophie has been eating since 2007.

"Recipe:" - Thin spaghetti noodles w/Ragu 'flavored with meat' sauce, topped with a mound of parmesan cheese.

Cook he is not, but he could um, I dunno: PAY ATTENTION!

Though I do have two quick funny stories about Jamie cooking.

When we first bought this house (the one I live in now), he was out on our deck barbequing but did not bother to move the grill away from the side of our house, where it was positioned to be inconspicuous as our deck is not all that big. No, instead he turned up the heat and ended up MELTING part of our siding, where it still remains, all curvy-like today.

The other story is from college. Jamie was sharing a slightly off campus apartment with his buddies and he was either home alone or his roommates weren’t paying attention. I was on campus doing…well let’s just go with I was on campus studying (more likely: gossiping, goofing off, sneaking cigarettes). Anyway, I hear through the grapevine that the fire department has arrived at Jamie’s apartment building. I race to it and the entire building is out front. I find Jamie’s friends first and they are laughing. When they finally regain control of themselves, they tell me the story: Jamie was making the St. Louis tradition of fried raviolis and “accidentally” started a grease fire in the process. The smoke alarms went off; the fire department was called; the building was evacuated…all because Jamie craved toasted ravs. Oiy vey.

Oh, okay three stories but this last isn’t nearly as exciting as the former: Jamie went to make mac & cheese one night and “didn’t know” he had to drain the water from the noodles before adding the (powdered) cheese and milk. *Rolls eyes* I mean, come ON. What college kid doesn’t know how to whip up a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? I could do it blindfolded at 3am while wasted, and I’m sure you could too.

He really should have married Betty Crocker, for his health and to keep him safe.

On the other hand, I really can't cook at all so you know, those who throw stones live in glass houses and all that. I should probably just keep my mouth shut. I do make a damn good salad though.