Of Dogs and Pasta

The spirit moved me to make fresh pasta last night: ravioli stuffed with ricotta, pancetta, and reggiano cheese. Next time I will halve the recipe, and add garlic to the filling. Otherwise, all household parties are agreed: Om Nom.

And this morning Emily goes into the dogspital (the vet's) for her operation. The next 6-8 weeks are going to involve a lot of sedatives and strict protocols for restricting her activity. Poor puppy. But then, we are promised, she will be both bionic and better than new. Damned dog.

I Cannot Call This the Triumph of Civility

I am heartened by the fact that the Alamo Draftshouse Theatre, after warnings, kicked out a patron who was texting during the show.; I am bemused by the voice mail the woman left expressing her displeasure at the treatment she received--it appears that this young person's theory is that civility is owed to her and to no one else.

Caution before clicking to watch the video: this woman has a very annoying voice, too.

The Regency and I, We are Like That

Over on www.sarahtolerance.com I have a short post on why I love the Regency so much...with a short digression into the Georgians and an even shorter one about the Victorians. Lovers of Victorian England, I'm not trying to yuck your yum. Maybe it's just that I associate swashbuckling with earlier times, and I do love me some swordplay.