The last sentence of my last post was supposed to read, "Also, Matty and I have a coffee date...Night!". But I don't think it came out that way. I did wake up before noon (11:58), and around twelve-thirty Shmoo and I were walking toward downtown Atascadero. Matty was wearing my favorite of his newsie caps (I really don't know what they're called, but 'newsie cap' gets the point across) and using his walking stick. Yep, he has a walking stick. It's handle is a lion made out of German silver (we named him 'Luven,' a spin off the German word for 'lion'), and it has his initials monogramed on it. I know, he really is too cool. He took me to The Bru, which we've now decided is our coffee house. We'll be spending plenty of time there.
So cool bloggers post photographs...so I took some photographs!
Melt some butter in a pan. Add sliced red onions; cook until softened. Add some corn and green peas; cook a while longer. Add a few spoonfulls of sour cream; mix. Add cooked pasta; cook until heated through. Put in a bowl, sprinkle with parmesan, and grind pepper atop it. Matty and I were listening to "Saint-Saens Piano Concertos 1-5 Klavierkonzerte" while I concocted this dish. It came out quite delicious, so I'll call it 'Pasta Camille" after Camille Saint-Saens. As a side note, when Matty first heard a portion of these concertos on the radio, he declared it the most beautiful music he had ever heard. Needless to say, I would highly reccomend it.
This is my good, long-time friend Corey Solberg modeling his two-by-two rib wool scarf. Obviously, a strip of my nasty carpet look good if it were tied about Corey's neck, but we'll just keep that hushed, and say that my scarf is an exquisite example of the sheer mastery of a fantastic knitter. I love going Dickens with my adjectives!
Corey wondering why in the world he puts up with me.
I should study some now. No, it's 12:57 in the afternoon, not the morning! I would never be up at so ridiculous an hour...