Standing There With a Truncheon To Protect That Which Is Not In Danger

via the excellent malkingray, and I shoulda said so before.

Copy this sentence into your livejournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage/relationship (or if you think you might be someday), and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.

Maybe it's just because my "fairy godfather" (his term, not mine) and his partner were together for 47 years--until his death--that I can't take this seriously. Ed and Gordon were dear friends of my parents (who were quite able to fuck up their heteronormative relationship on their own, thanks) and a part of my childhood and growing up and yet--hey, I'm all married to like, a guy and stuff. Defend marriage? Please.

This is Just to Say

Last night, aware that the days of weeknight dinners that are involved and take a while to cook are numbered, I decided to make fresh tagliatelle and bolognaise sauce. The pasta takes a while, but is so worth it--there is nothing quite like the color and texture of fresh pasta. The bolognaise (how is it I'd never made bolognaise before?) took a while, and I wound up using twice the ground meat they asked for--pork, not beef, this time, and no mortadella, and bacon instead of pancetta, and fresh basil rather than parsley because I had basil and hadn't any fresh parsley. No worries. It turned out beautifully and was a huge hit.

Oh, yay! Another arrow in my gustatorial quiver.