Monday, August 10, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150811

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi Erin!  How are you feeling, my love?  Dinner at eight?  Well, I don't have any friends to invite over, but dinner tonight is spaghetti in clam broth.  Yeah!  I had all this clam broth and clam meat left over, and I had to use it all up.  So the concept was simple: I fried up a handful of basil leaves with garlic, then dumped in all the clam broth, then cooked it all down until there was just enough sauce to cover the spaghetti.  I thought about a thickening agent like corn starch, but decided against it.  I sprinkled the clam meat over the al dente pasta in a large bowl, then poured all the sauce over it.  Simple, huh?  Tasted good, but I'm stuffed.  I had to eat your portion.  I was so full, I could hardly pray.  Join me for dinner next time, OK?  I love you, and I need you.  Now if you would please excuse me, I need to play more "Cat Goes Fishing."