"Sex without pain is like food without taste." -- Donatien Alphonse François, le Marquis de Sade
My attempt at making Cannelloni.
So, it was my birthday on Saturday. The actual party will be this
coming Saturday as it's a combined bday party, my own and two of my
friends. Also, it'll be in close proximity to Talk Like a Pirate Day, so
it's a good time of year for legitimate excuses to have a bash.
News?
Well, my Mum survived a battle with breast cancer, but on the other hand I
went to a funeral a day before my bday (last Friday) for my uncle, who
survived a car-crash only to be told his now-splintered spine was all full
of cancerous tumors.
Ah well. He was 70 and had lived a good life.
Have you noticed? Hardly anyone ever dies of old age anymore. It's
always cancer of the something.
My shoulder was operated on, on Friday, as well. I dislocated it last year,
and needed some bone anchors, or something like that. Same hospital on the
same night that my uncle died, how's that.
They hooked up a Morphine-on-command injector to my intravenous drip.
There's a machine in place that's meant to prevent you from being
able to overdose, but somehow I was able to, so the fuckers took it away
when they saw how much I'd used by the next morning.
Bastards. That was good shit.
Anyway, to the bulk of this post... Recently there's been a few post
by Sensitive New-Age Guys showing people how awesome they are at cooking.
So without further stalling for time, here is my first attempt at cooking,
well, ANYTHING that isn't spaghetti bolognaise or some direct variant.
It is, however, pasta and does involve mince and pasta sauce.
500g Ricotta or Cottage cheese, about 0.5cups of Tasty Cheddar, about
0.5cups of Parmesan
Chop up one bunch of spinach leaves, the finer chopped the better (stoners,
put your damn chopping machines away and use a fucking knife. You know who
you are)
Ooo, nearly forgot. Keep your favourite beverage handy. It was a cold
evening tonight, so I wanted something warm.
Chop up two to four decent-sized cloves of garlic, again, the finer the
better.
Mix the Ricotta or Cottage cheese in with the spinach, garlic, .5cup of
grated/shredded tasty chedder and that other .5cup of grated/shredded
parmesan cheese. Mix it all up in a large mixing bowl (I used a pot
because, years after moving out of my parent's home, I still
haven't bought a bloody mixing bowl).
500g of your favourite pasta sauce.
Fry up some premium mince, and mix it with your pasta sauce in another pot
and heat to simmering. Don't use too much mince, not much is needed to
bulk-up the sauce... maybe 200g-300g. A standard 'tray' of mince
from my local supermarket is about 500g.
Make a 'bed' of sauce mixture in a baking dish, using a little
less than half of your mixture.
Stuff the Cannelloni tubes full of the spinach/cheese mixture and lay them
on the bed of sauce.
Cover the whole thing in another layer of sauce.
Sprinkle more cheese over the top of it to taste. I used a little of the
tasty cheddar and a little more of the parmesan.
Sprinkle a little chopped/powdered basil over the top, if you want it to
look even more interesting.
Cook for 30-35min. Test with a fork - it should slide in with minimal
resistance.
You should get this fucking awesome-tasting dish at the end:
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You've read this far, I suppose I should reward you Ritalin-munching
attentards with some Related pics.
Ripped from Sexy Losers without permission.
Unrelated: My friends and I all got drunk and went around to someone's
house and painted their shed walls:
My very first attempt at painting anything, ever. I'm proud of it. If
you've anything negative to say about it, I recommend you click Here, Here, or Here
.
posted by Azrael on Monday 17th September 2007, 10:58:40
people dying sucks when you know them. it's not always cancer tho.
my gramma died of "old age" (84) without a touch of cancer in her
body.
..even tho she smoked a pack a day for 70+ years.
pasta fucking rocks.
well, my neighbor always pissed me off when he smoked near my window.
now, he has his well-earned cancer and counts the days he has left.
this shit doesn't have to kill everyone. just people I hate.
Welcome to the Sensitive New-Age Guys Club!
I think I'm going to nominate you to be president.
Prez Azrael, yeah, like that. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
Looks mighty tasty but where the hell is the garlic bread?!!
Trizzle (84.193.54.*) on Monday 17th September 2007, 12:33:48 (#55844)
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finely chopped by a meat grinder. It is called mince or mince(d) meat
outside North America.
A common type of ground meat is ground beef, but many other meats are
prepared ground in a similar fasion, including pork, lamb, chicken,
and turkey. In South Asia both lamb (mutton) and goat meat are also
minced to produce keema, though the process of mincing is manual.
Turkey burgers are relatively popular in the US, especially among
dieters.
You don't really need a whole bunch
of knowledge & experinece to do it. You know what you like, you enjoy
making it, & reaping the rewards of your good efforts.
The
ladies LOVE men who cook for them. I've spread more thighs with a
recipe than any witty come-on or spastic attempt to lure them into my cave.
Congrats to your Mom being a cancer survivor. 20- yrs. ago,
medical technology wouldn't have been able to save her.
Sorry about your Uncle. That sucks. :(
My Uncle Raunchy is a
cancer survivor. He got himself non-hodgkins lymphoma from being in
forward positions in Vietnam & getting rained on by Agent Orange. Now
he plays golf 3- times a week & is on his way to one day beating me.
(HELL NO!!)
nymphetamine (86.130.49.*) on Tuesday 18th September 2007, 02:13:57 (#55868)
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Rae's right when he says cooking turns us chicks on, that meal looks
so damn good Id do lube free bum sex with you
anyways glad your Mom is ok, cos we always need our moms dont we and sorry
about your Uncle, sometimes it seems we just cant excape when our time is
up
im just glad once we get to true b0gger we become immortal
"Stuff the Cannelloni tubes full of the spinach/cheese mixture and lay
them on the bed of sauce." thats a metaphor for how I lived the first
28 years of my life.
"Sex without pain is like food without taste." -- Donatien Alphonse François, le Marquis de Sade
