A symbol of power long dormant, but still deadly, Vesuvius stands as a constant reminder that no matter the stength of mankind's belief in its dominance, Nature will always reign supreme. The best laid-plans of mice and men often go awry, particularly when covered in molten lava.
Pictured here is Vesuvius, the very picture of quiet strength.
The scene is familiar - a group of accountants out for a weekend adventure to escape the humdrum routine of their day-to-day lives. This weekend is white water rafting down the Ococee river, though the thick Georgia clay colors the water, making it less white and more a dull red, an ominous portent that escapes their notice.
In the eight years that the Ococee Board of Recreation has operated, no serious injuries have ever been recorded from rafters. Today, that untarnished record will be tragically broken.
Pictured here are the doomed Weekend Warriors, though it is better to die living than live dying.
(i do not know when it is that the olive garden closes
and opens;only something in me understands
that if i show up too early they serve smaller portions)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small bowls
lunch was fourpaws
with apologies to mr cummings
a special thanks to
my dining companion
I've been getting a lot of questions asked via inquiring fans - some of these questions have been asked with some frequency. Thus, the following:
**Frequently Asked Questions:**
Q: How did you get pasta pass? How do I get pasta pass?
A: The pasta pass was given out as a promotional item to the first 1,000 people to find the buried treasure (a single golden olive) of Horace Garden, founder of the Olive Garden empire. Since there was only one treasure, it was very easy to find after the first guy just left it sitting at the Home Depot.
Q: Why is every Pasta Pass holder a white guy in his mid thirties with a half-built shed in his back yard?
A: See above.
Q: On a scale of none to all, how much of the pasta?
A: [not dignified with response]
Q: Are you actually depressed, or is that just the pasta talking?
A: Can't it be both? But seriously, this is a known effect of long-term exposure to high levels of pasta. It is commonly referred to by any number of clever monikers; see today's pasta names for a partial list.
Lunch was Sadghetti.
Dinner was composed of three plates of pasta:
Keep those comments, tweets, and emails coming, people! I don't have time to respond to them all, but I read every single one~
A special thanks to my dining companion, Nick, who has been the shining beacon of every new week for three weeks running!
Spaghetti is nearly impossible to say without a childlike smile crossing your face, which is what makes the nature of this dish's oppressive depressive so impressive. There's very few sauces that don't work with this noodle, but this one found a way to do it. And with no toppings to distract you, you can really focus on how much it doesn't work.
Pictured here is Sadghetti, the most morose morsel.
Named for its discoverer, Jonathan Malaise, this dish proves that great tastes can, indeed, taste bad together.
Pictured here is Mario's Malaise, not that it stopped me from eating it.
"May you live in Bavettine times" -Italian Curse
Pictured here is the Curse of Carbs - you may feel a slight 'bewitching' sensation.