Being Irish Catholic, I’ve begun to wonder if my ancestors got it right. Is drinking the answer? My Italian Jewish friend says it may just lead to more questions. Wise words from someone who does not recognize Jesus as the Messiah that he is. I’m kidding. I wasn’t there, I have no idea who is what. I expect all of the answers to be revealed upon death.. or again, maybe drinking is the answer.
MaineGuy is returning to the ship next week. He will be away for 2 months. For his last home cooked meal, I’m going to attempt to recreate his most favorite dish ever (outside of Sushi).
Alla Vodka Rustica.
Vodka Rustica is penne pasta mixed with tissue thin slices of prosciutto and grilled chicken in Awesome Sauce. My Awesome Sauce will be made up of fresh organic cream, tomatoes off the vine, and Grey Goose Vodka. I know nothing about Vodka; is Grey Goose good?
Do I sound like I know how to cook? I just started cooking 3 weeks ago. You see, at the end of our weekends, I was often in tears for no legitimate reason. I was emotionally exhausted; I discovered it was due to living a life of extremes. 3 days a week I live alone. I have nothing but alone time. 4 days a week I live with a wonderful family of 3. I love both lifestyles, I just needed balance.
As an introvert (INFP for those who know of Myer Briggs), I need alone time to refuel. Extroverts need people, Introverts need alone time. I’m also very much affected by the moods of others. At any given time, I’m as happy as the least happy person in the room.
Since there is no such thing as alone time with young children, I take a trip to the kitchen and become completely absorbed in cooking. It is bliss. His kitchen is big, beautiful and drenched in sunlight. No more weekends ending in tears. I also have more to offer the terrific threesome, because I’m taking time to refuel. It’s perfect. MaineGuy is happy because he gets a good meal. The kiddies have alone time with their Dad, and I get some Me time. Win, win, win.