This is a recipe I adapted from one Giada Di Laurentiis had on her show this morning. You can find the original recipe here:
Lemon and Pea Alfredo
1 lb fusilli pasta
1 cup parmesan cheese
1 pkg cream cheese, cut into cubes
1 1/2 cup peas
3 tbs lemon juice
salt, pepper, and garlic to taste
1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the pasta and cook until just short of al dente, about 10 to 11 minutes.
2. Drain the pasta and return to the pot. Put on low heat. Add parmesan and cream cheese, stirring to melt and mix the cheese. Add peas, lemon juice and seasoning. Continue to stir, cooking until pasta is al dente and cheese is melted.
Look to the east
It’s the dawn of a new day
All brand new and shiny and full of promise
Reflecting warmth and color
Bringing daydreams to life
Rays of sunlight
Reaching for Earth
Christening the morn with hope and happiness
For one heart-stopping moment
All possibility seems tangible
As sunlight dances with clouds
Then the sun peeks over the horizon
Stores her beauty for another morning
While radiantly warming our world.
Sometimes I feel my life is a lot like one of those football plays where the ball is fumbled and then slips through the hands of the players trying to pick it up and then gets kicked and then pops out from between the players trying to pick it up until it lands out of bounds.
Just when I feel like I’m getting a handle on things, it slips away and bounces off in a different direction. And it doesn’t help when the missteps are the same damn things I have been doing since I was a kid. Once, just once… I’d love for things to come out of my mouth as cool as they sound in my head.
I guess I’m still that awkward weird little kid in the back of the room.
Dark, cold and unrelenting
Fear, curling through the darkness like a fog
Panic, bubbling up and boiling over
Can’t see, can’t scream, can’t run
All the pain that adults can inflict on the young comes back in dreams.
Somehow the lock on the box is gone
The demons are loose creating havoc
On the unsuspecting, unaware of the forgotten hell
That reveals itself in the dark of night.
Is this a memory or just the product of an overactive imagination?
And the better question…
How do we get the monsters back into the box.