Eh, a hell of a week. Bad back and a stomach that felt radioactive. Hell, I don't know. I came home from work today and although Friday is usually our day for a special lunch or drive in the country (I get off work at noon on Fridays), today I hurtled toward the couch in the media room and covered myself with a blanket. As the day wore on I felt better. Ernie ran out and got more potting soils when requested it, and then again when I desperately needed a few more purple petunias for the window boxes (I love Danville Gardens on Prospect and we can just take back roads to get there quickly which is nice). I used to be a bit of a snob about petunias but I have realized that if you get old fashioned petunias they are floppy and gorgeous and smell sweeter than sugar. I should think of a better analogy but that made me think of Rockpile so there.
Good GOD is Dave Edmunds adorable or what?
Anyway, we planted my purple Prince window boxes but it began to get cold so we came back inside and I curled up with my laptop and read. Suddenly it was dinnertime. How DOES that happen? Owen, who says he had a hard week, desperately wanted pizza. I sympathized but said that we just didn't want to spend the money. He didn't complain but he writhed in agony...writhed and writhed and writhed. I gave him numerous options but he wouldn't take any of them so I finally told Ernie to put the Blue Apron ground pork that I had sent to the freezer when I wasn't feeling well back to the microwave and I forged ahead. I made a ragu from the pork, some dried porcini, and various tomato products with rigatoni. I was going for pizza-esque flavors because I love the little jerk.
Eventually Ernie served bowls of said rigatoni, with a bit of parmesan on top, to Owen and himself. I held off because I didn't now if I was up for it. Ernie told me how good it was and then asked Owen how it was. Long dramatic pause....and then he said, "Newman would be proud." His greatest compliment as he loves Paul Newman's tomato sauce (Sockarooni is the house fave). Ernie yelled, "DID YOU HEAR THAT CYNTHIA?" and I giggled. Ernie asked if I deserved an award and Owen said, "Wellllll, let's not go crazy now." But then he went and got seconds.